#precious (shaw x reader)

[purplelupins]

Happy Together

Part I Part II Part III

|The Black Phone|

The Grabber/Albert Shaw x reader

Summery: Nothing like a new city. You just wanted a fresh start, and something comfortable, but what happens when you start to see the exact same patterns in Denver as you did before?

Warnings: the following warning are for the full fic, and not just this first chapter. PLEASE READ THEM. This is a DARK fic.

Dub-con (note that this is a link so it is actually wanted), Daddy kink, size kink, pet names (princess, kiddo, sweetheart, honey and more) mentions of death (including murder, torture etc), cumming in pants, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (f and m) begging, breeding kink, innocence kink, biting, adultery, infidelity, stalking, mentions of kidnapping, home break-in, fighting (verbal and physical)…more will be added.

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD IF YOURE A MINOR DO NOT READ DO NOT LOOK AT THIS DO NOT BREATHE NEAR THIS!! THIS IS NOT FOR YOU

Note: yes we know I’m bad at summaries. This is an extended fic request for my dear friend @mandowifey

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Some say it’s pointless to believe in love.

Soulmates.

Devotion.

They say these concepts are fruits grown from fairytales told to children to ease the horrors of the world. Figments of our imagination. What we might dream of love as, is simply lust paired with blind complacency; soulmates are really just two people settling for the comfort of having another person there for them; devotion is more of a domestic weakness.

And how right they are; perhaps not all right, but closer to the truth than most. There are, however, a select few who chose -or perhaps are cursed- to see life through those fairytale expectations.

True love and a happy ending.

Perfection in all its glory.

And they will stop at nothing to replicate exactly that.

Absolutely nothing.

There was something almost comical about the days following New Years; the odd party hat rolling in the frozen streets, colourful streamers handing haphazardly from bar signs, and a few used condoms barely concealed by an alleyway.

Almost everywhere you went it was the same.

The bitter winter breeze whipping down from the mountains burned a blush onto your cheeks. The bus driver on the Greyhound worriedly asked you again if you were sure you’d be alright in a new city. With no one to give you a warm welcome like he thought you deserved, there was a prominent inkling of worry in his weathered face.

“A pretty little lady like yourself ought to keep ‘er wits about her.” He said, tugging your suitcase out from the bottom of the bus for you.

It was refreshing to have someone offer such concern to a stranger like you, but the distress you saw from him made your heart ache. It wasn’t your place to make an old man worry; especially not so early in the New Year. So to ease his tight shoulders, you just smiled and patted his arm, pulling your large jacket closer around yourself.

“Well I can’t quite stash you in my pocket to keep me safe can I, Simon?” You teased him, taking grip of the handle of your bag, “I’ll be just fine. I’m tough.” You flexed your arm as if you had anything to show- even if you did they were hidden under your many layers.

The aging man cracked a smile at your antics, and fiddled with the gold ring on his finger. You knew the chill from the precious metal was affecting the arthritis he had told you about halfway through the journey across the state. It hadn’t taken long before you realised he was a very talkative man, and while you enjoyed the watching the scenery in quiet as much as the next person, having his babble to distract you was also very welcomed. There was something about learning the story of another person that never ceased to fascinate you- where they placed importance, what they took pride in…what brought them sadness and joy. Simon was just another face you would meet briefly, but just like the other passing acquaintances moving through your life, he gave you a small reprieve from the harsh world.

You eyes caught the movement of his hand on the good band, and your smile faltered slightly.

“Don’t work too hard. You’ll be home soon.” You tried to reassure him, which evidently worked as he nodded and gave you a quick smile that told you if he stood there any longer he would have given you ten phone numbers and half his day’s wages to help you out.

He was a kind man.

Too kind.

One of the few.

Simon clapped his hands once, ensuring that the other three passengers offloading were done. He called out to you to have a happy new year, and you replied in kind with a wave before the bus pulled away.

Now with the full weight of your new home resting on your shoulders, you let your smile fall and your eyes glaze over as you took in your surroundings.

Denver.

A frozen park.

A grocer down the street.

A coffee shop with what looked like a hungover barista.

A pub that made you itchy looking at it.

A deep breath filled your lungs just as a couple of well liquored men stumbled out of said pub- clearly enjoying their last day off before the first Monday of 1978 hit them like a brick. One of them eyed you as they walked past like a couple of huge toddlers, and you offered a friendly grin and a nod in return.

It wasn’t as if you were looking to be eyed-up -what with your several layers, aching back and itchy eyes- but this was a celebrated time of year. Everyone was a little…loose. Besides, you never knew who would turn out to be in your personal circle as you established yourself in your new home. That man might be your new boss for all you knew.

The more sober man of the two continued to almost pull the other to a car, and you noted -albeit a little uncomfortably- how the other’s drunken stare contributed to flicker over your frame. Once he finally looked away, you would hear them bickering in slurred voices.

Best not to pry.

So you found yourself dragging yourself and your suitcase over to what you assumed was a communal bulletin board, and inspected it for any rooms available in the vicinity. But even still, you could hear the two men arguing, growing louder and louder.

Something about how the staring man needed to get his shit together.

Quit it.

Knock it off.

About how he told Nancy that he would stop with that shit.

That he’d do better.

They finally drove off when one of them slammed their car door, which prompted the other to follow suit. Your stomach had started to tighten the longer you listened to them, and you sighed into your scarf once the street fell quiet again.

Home sweet home.

Home was always a strange concept. You were more inclined to believe that home ought to revolve around a person you loved or where you felt happiest, instead of a specific place or house.

And look where that got you.

Falling into a routine after your arrival to the mountain city was as easy as the pie you served at the local diner.

Sure the stiff, and starched blue and white uniform you had to wear wasn’t luxury nor was the smell of cooked food you had to wash out of your hair. But it felt domestic and easy. Being a waitress wasn’t exactly what you dreamed of, but you didn’t mind. After two months, you had regulars who made paying for groceries easier, and made you laugh with their horrid jokes.

Of course there were those who stared too much and tried to get a handful of your dress and what lay beneath it, but again, you didn’t want to make any bad impressions, so you pretended to be alright, and moved on; you swatted playfully and reprimanded when needed- always being sure to never snap- the last thing you wanted was to have to move again.

But for now, it was comfortable. Exactly what you needed.

The sun began to disappear behind the buildings outside the diner window, and you could feel your eyelids dripping with it. It was only when you heard your name being called that a smile eased back onto your face. The boisterous form of your manager, Anett, leaned onto the counter next to you; she was a nice lady with a stern sense of justice and wore a liberal amount of hairspray. Needless to say, you rarely had to worry about any customers heckling you, though you did worry about her hair catching fire.

“Time to go home, honey.” She said with a sigh as her hand found her hip. It was a slow day, like many, but somehow there had been more messes to clean and teenagers to remove than usual. Slow, but long.

“Tired of having me here?” You teased her, slipping off your white apron that was usually fastened over your blue dress.

A tired grin stretched over her red lipstick, and she shook her head, “I’d keep you here all day if I could, you Angel. You know that.”

Her words made you breathe out a laugh, “Well if I could stand these uniforms a second longer you know I would stay happily.” You replied, and she barked out a cackle that only made you smile wider. Anett was frightening to most, but somehow you had managed to worm your way into her soft side.

Once she recovered, she tapped her hand on the counter and said, “Get yourself home safe, alright?”, and took her leave as you folded your apron and stored it away.

Safe.

You pondered that word as you pulled on your sweater and coat to brave the cool walk home.

You weren’t sure you could remember what safe felt like. Not that you particularly felt unsafe…it was simply the way the world felt. Everyone lies, cheats, holds more importance over themselves than those around them like they shat gold. There was little chivalry, and everyone seemed to have ulterior motives…you wondered if perhaps you had ever felt something akin to safety, or if perhaps that feeling had just been the innocence of being a child.

Now that you had been in Denver for a few months, you had to admit it was a dull place. There wasn’t a great deal to do in your new city unless you wanted to go for a hike in the mountains or attend a baseball game. And it seemed that neither was an option thanks to the cool air.

Then speaking of childhood innocence, there were the disappearances of those two boys right there in your new home. You could still remember the exact moment you heard about the first one. It wasn’t a week after you’d moved to that mountain city that you heard the whispers. Then a month later you had had to clean up a shattered coffee cup at the diner after a man had read the morning paper; another one had been taken.

It twisted a sharp pain in your heart. What would possess someone to take those boys? You’d heard about so many other similar cases and trials over the years, and it was almost always the same profile for each psychopath.

Outcast.

Pathological liar.

Exposure to extreme pornography.

And a lack of consciousness.

…and somehow always something to do with the torture of animals.

From what you had seen in Denver, everyone you met were the loveliest, simplest people. They all had their little routines, and dramas that swallowed up their lives, and their favourite kind of cake to eat in Sundays.

Just people.

They were all like you, and you like them.

It made you wonder who you could trust, knowing you were all the same.

By the time you reached your front yard, your cheeks were flushed and your bones had a chill in them. The sheer sight of your little house warmed your heart. Just as your work- your home was comfortable.

Your safe place.

Blue sky greeted you the following day when you drew your cream curtains back. Birds chirped, and you had to admit you almost pinched yourself by how idelic it was. Outside your kitchen window, you could watch the cars go by as people made their way to work, and the children walking past to get to their bus stop.

You thanked your lucky stars that the heat hadn’t begun yet, and nestled into your sweaters and jacket before turning the key in your front door to start your day. While you didn’t have to work, you made a deal with yourself that you wouldn’t hide away there and alienate yourself. You went to a new city for a new start, and you couldn’t do that very well if you just watched your neighbours. While that in itself was good fun, most of your neighborhood was made up of seniors and a few families down the street…and while you loved them and their kind welcomes, they weren’t the most fun to dissect; though it did mean that you had a fantastic stock of baked goods and food in those heavy glass containers you never bought for yourself.

The air was cold, but smelled so good that you didn’t care about how it burned your nostrils when your breathed in.

“Morning Harriet!” You called to the house next to you. The familiar grey hair in their mint rollers were visible between the rose bushes as the elderly -but lively- woman checked her mail. She made the best brownies- you always felt so relaxed after.

Harriet looked up from her mail, and cast you a smile and wave, “Good morning, dear.”

Old or not, you liked your neighbours. Certainly they were a touch too nosy and watched everyone’s every move, but it made it almost a game. Who would catch who in a lie, would would get someone flustered by acknowledging them staring…you loved waving at the old biddies who thought you were odd then watch them pretend like they weren’t gossiping over their white-picket fences.

But Harriet was nice.

Most of them were nice to your face, just as you were to theirs.

Even so, the welcome you had been given when you moved into that little house had been a warm one. Maybe not all the visits to say hello were sincere, but the gesture was still nice. And the food was good.

“Where’s that cheeky husband of yours? Shouldn’t he be getting the papers?” You asked as you walked to your gate. She rolled her eyes and you had to laugh a little at her response, “Let me guess, he threw his back out again?”

Her exasperated nod was all you needed, “The man forgets that he’s not a spry chicken anymore…” she gasped out, crossing her arms as a breeze whipped by.

“Not like you!” You grinned, enjoying the bashful look on the woman’s face.

Harriet waved you off, tucking her papers and mail under her arm, “Oh hush you…off with you now. Go find a nice young man and wait 40 years, you’ll see what I mean.” She began walking back into the house with another roll of her eyes.

Your smile dropped ever so slightly, but you paid it no mind, “Doing my best!” You called to her.

The old woman smiled at you as she closed the door, and you had already begun to turn away when your face fell completely. The dull twinge behind your ribs pinched as you walked, and your shoulders slumped slightly.

You had been called a hopeless romantic for years, and you couldn’t help but envy those with gold bands on their fingers; they had something so precious. Someone to depend on. Someone to love. To hold.

The walk into the city was a fairly calm one. With most people sitting behind their desks or waiting for a customer to enter their shop, there were few people to navigate around. You admittedly did not feel in the mood to converse too much that day.

Before long, the small coffee shop you had begun to frequent came into view, and you quickened your pace as another gust of wind snuck down your back. You looked both ways to cross the street just like your momma had told you, and walked briskly to the door; a smile landed on your face as soon as you stepped inside and the smell of coffee, and butter wrapped you in a hug.

To your good fortune, there was only yourself, the waitress, and a man you had seen in that same shop a few times, and he was very nice. You truly couldn’t have orchestrated a more perfect day.

With your order placed, you took a seat at one of the tables by the window. It was fun to watch the people passing by go about their days. Families, women, men, wives, mothers, fathers, husbands…

It only took a moment before your coffee and muffin were being placed on your table- which you accepted with a smile and a polite smile. One that turned a little more genuine when you caught eyes with the man sitting a table away from you.

“Good morning.” He said briskly. Evidently, he had consumed far more caffeine than you had.

“Morning. How’s the crossword?” You asked, taking your first sip of your much needed coffee. On more than one occasion you had seen him working away at the morning paper, pen or pencil in hand, and had helped him a few times with the odd word.

“It’s going. I’m stuck on an 10 letter word for “cut”…any ideas?” He asked with a certain charm that made your heart beat a little faster.

You scrunched your face up in thought, and hummed to yourself. You had a fairly good idea what the answer was, but didn’t want to give it to him too quickly lest he think himself stupid.

“Um…what about laceration?” You offered with a little smile.

The man’s brows shot up, and he looked down at the page to scan the other boxes to ensure it would fit and sure enough, he looked very appreciative. “I’ll be damned…” he murmured, and quickly scribbled in the word before looking back up at you, surprised.

“Thanks a lot. Quick little thing aren’t you? You got a whole thesaurus up there?” He asked, turning his body towards you. As he did, the light caught the gold of his ring, but you kept your smile.

“I wish…just luck I suppose.” You shrugged it off like it was nothing. Seemed like he needed to read a thesaurus. You went to turn back to your coffee, but your heart jumped a little when he spoke again, eager to talk to you.

“H-Hiding from the cold too?” He said, nodding to the outside.

You let out a gentle laugh and nodded as you leaned in to talk, “Yes I-“

Your words, however, were cut off rudely by the sudden opening of the door. A gust of cold air rushed inside following the person who had carelessly stumbled into the quiet shop. Your shoulders tensed and you body temperature quickly descended, and out of the corner of your eye you saw the man you had been speaking to do the same. You both looked at the newcomer with an air of distain for having been interrupted. Said newcomer was another man, looking to be around the same age as the man you had been talking to, and he shot you both an apologetic look but the damage had been done- you were now freezing cold, and you could have throttled him for his inconsiderateness.

But to end the awkward interruption, you turned back to the man who still seemed interested in speaking with you.

“As I was saying, yes I am hiding from the cold…though it seems it still found me.” You added with a little wink and raised brow, and to your joy the man laughed, but hid it with a cough, “I- I’m still new to town…I wanted to explore the city a bit today but I don’t think I’ll be able to without some warm liquid courage!” you lifted your now lukewarm coffee.

The man breathed out a laugh, and his brown eyes crinkled at the sides, “You picked a hell of a time to move to Denver- I hope someone showed you how to dress warm. Where’d you come from?” He asked, giving you his undivided attention.

You laughed softly and shook your head, “I’ve seen worse actually- I just moved fro-“

“Hey I know you!”

A voice from the service counter called out, and you deduced it was the same made who had already interrupted your pleasant conversation once. Your eye twitched in time with your fists clenching and stomach dropping. Why couldn’t you just be left in peace? Who was this-

Then it clicked.

You looked up at the other man who was now standing over your table with a smile on his face like he’d solved a mystery. You knew exactly where you knew him from.

Thick moustache, always a bright button up, and a fur lined jacket. Yes you knew him.

“Yeah, yeah you’re my neighbour! 7739 Irving st, right? The little house with the bush on the side?” The man snapped his fingers and sat himself down across from you like you were old friends catching up. You watched helplessly and your conversation was hijacked, and your eyes flicked between the two men- hoping that maybe the one you had been in conversation with would help you out. But it seemed neither of you could get a word in as this new man slipped off his coat and had started a conversation of his own. You couldn’t even confirm your identity to him; for all he knew you could be a complete stranger he had mistaken for one of his neighbours.

Then, to your upmost disappointment, you watched as your previous conversation partner awkwardly picked up his things and gave you a nod before leaving the shop. You closed your eyes to calm yourself, and opened them on the notably animated man who was now going on about something without a care in the world. You hoped the other man had a nice day…though you were certain you were a better conversationalist than his wife Nancy.

“-lived there our whole lives you know? Well I’m off sometimes, but I always come back- work not going how I thought and what not. But Al’s always there for me, you know? I hate to be a bother to him but he’s rarely home anyways…worka…what are they called? Workaholic! Yeah. Swear he’s more like my dad than our dad was…but anyways you said you weren’t from here right?” He looked at you expectantly, and you schooled a pleasant look on your face.

Don’t be rude. Just breathe.

“I…yes I was. I just moved here. Bit of a transient myself.” You said, and took a sip from your coffee that somehow tasted a little more sour now and was fully cold.

The end of his sentence caught your interest, and you were trying to wrack your brain to recall what he had been babbling on about. His brother being like a father? You almost laughed to yourself- this man definitely needed someone like that in his life. Now that you thought of it, the house across from yours was very quiet save for the times someone left for work at 8:30am every morning of the week, and when you saw the man across from you…though he was usually with a female partner.

“Where from? Maybe we’ve actually been following eachother.” He joked with a smile and a wink.

Unlikely.

But you laughed, “Came from Salt Lake city. Even harsher winters than here.”

The man whistled, and leaned back as he crossed his arms, “Don’t blame you for leaving there…hope you weren’t there a few years ago…nasty stuff going on if you ask me.” He looked at you expectantly and you could feel a cold sweat break under your sweater and your stomach tie in knots. You hoped he just meant what went on in 1975…who was this guy? A cop? A crime enthusiast?

You shook your head apologetically, “I’m so sorry, I think I missed your name?”

His brows shot up in surprise.

“Oh, shit I didn’t even tell you! I’m Max.” He extended his hand to shake yours and you smiled, “Max Shaw.”

“Well Max, can you tell me what you mean about…the nasty stuff going on in Colorado? I was only there a couple years.” You asked, stomach twisting tighter.

This seemed to spark Max’s interest, and he leaned over the table as if he was about to relay a deep secret. Thankfully, you saw no nosiness in his face. The last thing you wanted was to think about…well…to think about less than good times.

“Well you know…those bodies found in the mountains and whatnot? Bundy or whatever his name was sure liked that city…they got him down in Florida now.” He said in a hushed tone like anyone could be listening.

Ah. A conspiracy theorist.

You sighed and nodded, “Oh yes I heard…That happened right before I got there…have to admit I locked my doors religiously when I lived there.” You laughed off your nerves.

“You’d better do that here too, you know.” Max said suddenly.

At this, you gaze jumped to his, “Why?…do you mean the-“

“Grabber.” He nodded and it was like his eyes lit up at the subject.

While you were still a little bitter towards him for being interruptive, you had to admit that your interest was peaked. This man might be a little nuts but it was true you were intrigued by the strange disappearances, no matter how horrible.

“Max, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you know a thing or two about the town terror. Should I be worried?” You raised your brow in faux accusation.

His eyes widened comically, “No! No I just…I don’t know I feel like there’s something more to it all, you know? Someone has to be doing this for a reason…”

You leaned forward a little and nodded. “I know exactly what you mean.”

While Max had indeed ruined your morning and subsequently the rest of your day, you had to admit that the man made up for it with wild theories that had you pondering the world around you even further. He had begun with zeroing in on the mass amounts of disappearances over the past decade and a half that had never been linked to any event or person- how he was certain there were some kind of underground tunnel system that people used to get around or hide in. Which then led to the possibility of an underground city or country under your feet; operating just like the one around you.

Then from there he leapt into a tangent regarding the untrustworthiness of the government and how he was certain President Carter was a Rockefeller Republican and not much of a democrat at all.

Somewhere along the way, the morning had turned into afternoon and Max insisted on buying you lunch, though it had turned out that he was -very apologetically- short on cash. Not that you had a problem covering it; this man seemed to be in need of a human sound-board.

Now you knew why those lady-friends you always observed him with would leave after an hour of being at his house. You wondered if his brother was even aware of the female traffic…if he was a hard worker like he seemed to be -what with being out all day nearly every day- then you could only feel a pang of pity for him. Poor man probably just wanted to come home and relax but instead he likely came home to his brother with his tongue down a new woman’s throat or knee deep in a new theory.

At some point the two of you slowly meandered back to the direction of your respective homes. Along the way, however, you began to question if Max even fully lived with his brother or if he just stayed there; he insisted on taking blatantly wrong turns, and you had to gently point in the correct direction.

Eventually, however, you did see your little home, and the one across from it that you knew now at Max’s- questionably. While you knew you should have just said that it had been nice to meet him properly - true or not- he somehow managed to coerce you into coming over. It wasn’t as if you had anything to do after your day had been eaten up…but perhaps he would have something good for dinner or you could get a look into another neighbour’s life to see if they were worth befriending.

The Shaw household was comfortable. It was definitely more lived-in than yours, but you noted that there was only a light smell of smoke in the air -rather than seeped into the wallpaper- and a simplicity to everything that you found quite inviting. You gathered the smoke smell was from Max, rather than his brother…and you presumed the half-cleaned line of cocaine on the coffee table was the same.

Your observation was cut short when you heard the low growl of a large dog; sure enough, there were two huge black eyes peering from the hallway into what you imagined were the bedrooms that caught the light of the living room.

Just as you were about to ask who the beautiful beast was, Max came to your side and handed you a beer- one that you accepted politely but knew you wouldn’t drink from.

“Down Samson…sorry about him. He’s a real softy under it all- just a good guard dog.” Max said as he flopped onto the couch.

You took a seat in one of the armchairs, and cast a smile at the black hound. “Aren’t you a handsome boy?” You cooed to him as he took a few steps out of the dim hall. Though his growling calmed, you kept your eyes on him, and your smile widened as he came closer. The beer in your hand went onto the table so you could beckon the dog over, which it did slowly. “Hello!” You gushed and as soon as Samson was within reach, your hands slipped into his fur. Within a minute he was a puddle in your hands and placed his head in your lap once you sat in your seat.

“You some kinda dog whisperer or somethin’?” Max asked, wiping his nose once you turned to him.

“Nah…I think we’re just two animals who recognize something in each other.” You grinned, and Max’s brows rose up.

“Lucky he didn’t bite your hand off…he’s not usually one for cuddles.” He eased back into the sofa and took a drink from his own beer.

You nodded, “I’m pretty good at getting along with just about anyone. I like the challenge of a hard nut…not everyone is all gruff.” You smiled fondly down at Samson, but looked back up when Max snorted and laughed.

“You’ll just love Al then!” He said, and sat up to run a hand through his hair.

“Oh?” You asked.

“Good guy but uh…let’s just say him and his pup there are pretty much the same.”

Noted.

“Y/n I’m telling you there’s got to be something in the water or food that’s making all these killers!”

You perched your head in your hands and nodded along as Max continued on his third tangent that evening, “Yes, yes…and can you tell me why?” You asked, though you didn’t think you would get a real answer this time- just like the other times you asked him for clarification.

Max thought for a moment, and rubbed his nose- you were certain he was going to get a nosebleed. Then he snapped his fingers and stood up, “Population control. Like a…like a secret mustard gas.” He nodded to himself, eyes getting wider.

You nodded and hummed patiently, so thankful for your furry companion that still sat by you, “Right. But if they kill everyone off…doesn’t that go against their favourite scheme of all?”

“What’s that?” Max’s eyes darted around.

“Capitalism.” You said dead serious.

You both stared at one another, then after a moment you both broke out into laughter. He was nuts, but Max was good fun and made for good entertainment when he fell down a rabbit hole.

The laugher between you died down when you were both brought back to reality as the door swung open and you were greeted with a new face all together. You didn’t know what happened then, but something in you froze. You were utterly fixed to the spot.

Greying hair that brushed his broad shoulders, nice build, sharp jaw, weathered face with crows feet and a deep line between his brows that you assumed was there even when he wasn’t glaring like he was then; and then his eyes. Damn well the bluest fucking eyes you had ever seen.

He was certainly older than Max, just as he had insinuated, and you could almost feel the frustration permeating the air around him. The air from your lungs felt sharp all of a sudden like you couldn’t breathe. A butterfly with a metal pin through it waiting for his dissection and approval. Cut you open and see what makes you tick.

Was it the guilt of being in his home without consent? Was it his direct irritation? The second-hand exhaustion? Or the extra beat your heart seemed to take when you saw him. You felt fuzzy, but you tried to stay calm.

Albert was tense. It was very obvious.

You had hoped he might have been a little easy going with maybe an exasperated sigh at his brother’s antics, but it seemed you might have been the last straw. Not that you blamed him…hell you found yourself feeling like a real ass right then.

He cast Max -who had frozen on the spot- an incredulous look.

“Max?”

You hadn’t realised your hearing had become muffled until he spoke. His voice alone made a slow blush rise to your cheekbones. The one word was rasped out in a tired tone, and you wondered if that was how he always sounded or if it was just from talking a great deal at work mixed with tiredness. It was a ragged rumble in his chest, and while you were feeling quite guilty for doing to him what Max did to you, you wished he would say more.

Max had started talking, likely explaining who you were, but you couldn’t bring yourself to listen. He babbled and babbled, following his brother into the kitchen like a son trying to justify something to his father.

Your heart beat even faster.

“-she’s actually your neighbour! We just ran into eachother-“

You watched his elder brother, and took him in.

“-you know and I just thought it would be nice to-“

He must have had a good 10 years on Max, and you found yourself transfixed by the deep line between his brows that framed his cornflower blue eyes so beautifully. You also noticed that while the smile he gave Max was bitter and sarcastic, you could see what startlingly sharp teeth he had; each tooth had a distinct tip to it that looked like it could leave a blatantly and equally distinct bite mark on your skin.

Now you had a much better appreciation for Max’s comparison between him and his dog.

“-I know I said I’d be out of your hair but it’s just a couple more days, Al-“

But there was something in his gaze that made you stare a little longer. Something that shouldn’t be there. Something that you had seen before…but not there. Something you had hoped you’d never see again. A shiver ran down your spine and you could half feel goosebumps springing up as realization creeped into your mind.

To break your deep trance, you blinked a few times and dug your nails into your palm before standing in up and crossing the living room with your head tilted in an apologetic manor. The two of them continued to bicker under the fluorescent lights, but as soon as you had taken a step towards them, Al’s eyes shot to you. Your body told you to freeze, but your mind was far more powerful and made your legs move.

You gave him an impish smile and couldn’t help but wave a little uncomfortably, “Hi!” You started, and the elder of the two stared you down hard.

Get it together.

You swallowed and shifted on your feet, “I’m real sorry about all this…I should have just gone home. It’s Al, right? I’m y/n…” you extended your hand to his that was braced on the counter as he told his brother off.

Albert could see how uncertain you seemed to be on your feet- he almost laughed at it. Looked like you might damn well bold out of there if he breathed wrong. His gaze flicked to your hand then to Max before he took it slowly.

“Albert.” He said shortly, wrapping his long fingers around your much smaller ones. He looked you up and down with his brows pinched and a firm mouth.

Something felt…off to Albert. There was a look of recognition in your eyes as they trained themselves on him. Like you could…see him. But not the him Max saw- not Albert.

Him.

You smiled a little more to try and set him -and yourself- at ease, “Right. I’m so glad to meet you, though it’s not the best circumstances…” one of his brows rose slowly as if to say “Bet your fucking ass it’s not” but you tried to continue, “I know I’m not a welcomed guest…but I am your neighbour and I’d like to make it up to you if you’d let me? I can put these groceries away for you so you can-“

“I can put groceries away just fine.” He rasped, fixing to you with the same hard stare he gave to Max, and you felt very small. Al turned away but not before casting a pointed look at Max who was sulking slightly.

This man certainly was indeed a hard nut. But you were persistent. You were not about to leave that house without fixing that mess or you wouldn’t sleep.

“I’m sure you can, but nothing bad came from being nice.” You said, taking another step up to the older man and held his unwavering stare though his stare made you squirm, “Right?” You hoped against hope that you weren’t being too pushy, and make the situation even worse. If you pegged him correctly, he probably appreciated a woman taking charge of the kitchen; likely seeing his mother do exactly that. And if appealing to that aspect of him would make things blow over, then you’d do that and bark like a dog if he wanted.

After a very tense moment, Al finally sighed, and pointed to the fridge, “You can just put things in there…I’ll fix it later.”

With that, he walked past both you and Max and gave the Samson a pat on the head as he disappeared into what you assumed was his bedroom.

“Sorry about all that…”

You turned your attention to Max fleetingly before making quick work of the groceries.

He sure likes eggs…

“Oh don’t apologise…this is his home after all. You’re his brother but I’m an unfamiliar face…I can’t blame him for being a little grumpy…” you gave him a small smile and hoped your hands weren’t shaking too bad, “You said he works a lot?”

Max nodded.

“I swear he doesn’t have a day off…even when he’s not working he’s doing something, especially lately��”

You turned slowly, and looked at Max sitting now at the small table, your calm face slipping into a far more serious one. “What do you mean he-“

“So you’re the one who moved into 7739?”

Your heartbeat moved into your ears, and suddenly you couldn’t remember how to move. But you forced yourself to look to where Al was now standing just outside the kitchen; now out of his uniform.

“Yep!” You chirped, putting the coffee in the cupboard.

He reached into the fridge and pulled out a soda before leaning against the counter- sufficiently in your space. It was obvious that he was trying to intimidate you, but you were having none of that- he might be a man and much older than you but he didn’t know who he was dealing with. You might have been squirming under his gaze, but you weren’t weak.

“You know…that house had the same old couple living there for as long as I can remember…you remember them, Max?” Albert began, nodding to his brother. You watched Max nod, “Yeah…you know it’s just so funny how they just up and left town right in time for you to move in.” He took a long drink from the soda, staring you down.

That certainly was a surprise.

“Is that so?” You asked, “Well I guess it was destiny!” You added with a laugh.

Albert breathed out a laugh that neither made his eyes sparkle nor made him smile, “Right. So it’s just you?” He asked, nodding in the direction of your home.

“It sure is.” You confirmed.

“You know you should be extra careful these days…weird stuff happening.” He said.

You just smiled and shook your head, “I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.”

He nodded again.

“Well I know why Max is still alone but what about you? How come no one’s scooped a little thing like you up?” Albert asked, with a tilt of his head.

He was pushing.

He wanted to see what was going on inside your head…how far you’d let him go.

Don’t be rude, y/n.

But your smile didn’t falter, “Still waiting for the right guy to come along. You start to get tired of them letting you down…and it gets messier and messier to cut them out of your life once the fun is over.” You said, tilting your head to the side, “Harder to make up stories about what happened too.”

Albert lowered his drink, and felt every one of his facial muscles go lax.

You watched his eyes- the windows to his soul. Or lack there of.

“I think I know exactly what you mean.” He murmured.

Both of you completely forgot about the other person in the room who seemed completely oblivious to your interaction. It’s not like he would understand, since he didn’t know what was so off about his own brother’s eyes.

Max didn’t see those eyes every day when he looked in the mirror- he wouldn’t know what the eyes of a killer looked like.

But you did.

And Albert did too.

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Precious (Shaw x Reader)

Fandom: Mr. Love Queen’s Choice

Pairing: Shaw x Reader

Prompt: “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stay awake anymore. Maybe after that too.”

Warnings: Slight asphyxiation | Oral sex (female receiving) | Electric play | Dirty talk | Vaginal penetration | Creampie | Smut! Minors DNI!!!🔞

Intended Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 2,034

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       “Okay, what’s wrong?” you asked, crossing your arms and turning to your sulking boyfriend with a frown. 

       Shaw sighed as he settled into his seat on the driver’s side of the car, pulling the door shut a smidge harder than necessary. “Nothing’s wrong.” An obvious lie. You could see it in the muscle that jumped in his jaw, the way his knuckles gripped the steering wheel a little too hard as he pulled out of the parking spot and began the silent drive back to his apartment.

       The atmosphere hung heavy with tension, everything left unspoken weighing between the two of you. Your thoughts drifted back to this evening as you leaned your forehead against the cool window, taking to watching the city pass by instead of staring at your moody lover. 

       He hadn’t wanted to go, but you’d dragged him out to dinner with his brother anyway in another attempt to bring the two men you held so dear closer together. The meal had gone okay, or at least you’d thought so, but something had changed between them when you’d left them alone to go to the bathroom. It had only been a few minutes, but it was long enough for things to sour between them and you came back to Gavin frowning at his brother while Shaw glared out the window, his chin propped up in his hand. Both refused to tell you what was wrong when you questioned them about it.

       True, Gavin might’ve held you in his embrace a little longer than necessary when you’d bid him goodbye. You’d felt your boyfriend’s electric gaze, so similar to that of his brother’s, boring into your back as the other man held you and you knew it only incensed him further.

       The electric car slid silently into the parking structure, but Shaw still didn’t say anything, leaving you to scramble after him as he got out and stalked to the elevator. Even when you took his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you, he still didn’t speak a word, his eyes blank and expressionless as you frowned up at him. Releasing his face, you took a step back, sighing. “Fine, be that way then.”

       He trailed a few steps behind when the elevator reached his floor, slowly following after you as you stomped down the hallway and opened his door with the key he’d given you. “I’ll get my stuff and go back to my place for the night then if you don’t want to talk.”

       You turned around as the door closed, ready to interrogate him further before you made good on your threat, but you suddenly found yourself lifted off your feet, squeaking as your boyfriend hauled you over his shoulder. “Like hell am I letting you leave me,” he growled, shouldering open the door to his room and tossing you onto his bed. 

       The breath left your lungs in a huff as you rolled onto your back to glare at him, but his body landed on top of yours a second later, crushing you into the mattress. You stared at him defiantly even as he wrapped a hand around your neck, squeezing softly as his nose brushed yours. “You drive me crazy, you know that, right?”

       “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you shot back. It was becoming steadily more difficult to maintain your glare as he shifted, drawing your attention to the way his pelvis moved against yours. “E-Enlighten me.”

       Snarling, he dove forward to sink his teeth hard into the side of your throat, making you buck and squeal as he held tight, sucking on the sensitive skin. “Always smiling at him. Always letting him touch you.” He punctuated each sentence with harsh nips to your ear, your jaw. “I worked so damn hard to earn your heart. What has he ever done? What right does he have to you?”

       “You-ah! You mean Gavin?” 

       He snarled again at the sound of his brother’s name on your lips, his fingers diving into your hair to wrench your head to the side and give him better access to your neck.

       “Shaw.” Your hand tapped his shoulder, the other arm wrapping comfortingly around his back. “Shaw, look at me.”

       Tearing himself away with a frustrated gasp, he let you grasp his face in your hands, let you see the turmoil in his yellow eyes and the anguished set of his brows. He knew better than to hide from you. 

       “You know you’re the only one I love, right?” you murmured, smoothing the furrows around his mouth with soft kisses. “If I loved Gavin I would be with him and not you.”

       A pained expression crossed his face at the proposition, his eyes slipping shut as he groaned and dropped his face to your chest. “I must seem pretty pathetic getting all jealous and possessive like this.”

       Giggling softly, you ran your fingers through his hair, further disheveling his already wild lilac hair. “As long as you remember I love you, it’s okay.

       His arms wrapped around your stomach. “Promise you always will? Love me?”

       “Promise.”

       He moved so quickly you didn’t see it, but your yelp echoed off the walls as your blouse was suddenly torn open, buttons skittering over the floor as the rags fell from your body. Your poor bra met the same fate, the flash of your boyfriend’s electric eyes all you saw as you were flipped over and your skirt and panties torn away, your chest and face hitting the pillows. It couldn’t have taken him 10 seconds to have you naked and presented to him, once again reminding you of why you always kept multiple outfits at his place.

       “You’re so precious to me,” Shaw whispered against your back. His bare flesh met yours, his own clothes joining the remains of yours in a haphazard pile of a floor. “So I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stay awake anymore. Maybe after that too.”

       His fingers danced roughly through your folds, probing until he found your clit, and the other hand resumed its place at your neck, squeezing tighter this time. You whined, balling your fists in the sheets as his index finger circled your puckered hole, dipping inside only enough to drive you crazy. Your core already dripped with the need to be filled, frustrated tears beading at the corners of your eyes as he continued his teasing.

       A cry fell from your lips as his evol activated just enough to send a mini-orgasm shuddering through your form, making you forget how to breathe for a second. The weight of him shifted behind you and rather than his fingers a hot mouth covered your pussy, a tongue worming its way inside of you.

       “Shaw!” you screamed his name, grasping for some sense of stability as your thighs trembled. “Oh god!”

       The lewd slurping noises he made as he greedily ate you out made your ears burn, your back arching more as you pressed your hips back into his face. He purred in satisfaction at your eagerness, his fingers digging into the meat of your hips to steady you. The press of his thumb against your clit sent more of that delicious electricity surging through your nerve endings, your orgasm hurtling towards you hard and fast. “Hah!...It...It’s too much...Shaw, I-I’m going to-!”

       You were so close, but he stopped abruptly at your warning, hands and mouth disappearing from your cunt as he sat back to admire the mess he’d made of you, to chuckle at your desperate cry as your climax was torn away from you so cruelly. “Look at you,” he cooed, the sound mock soothing as he reached out to part your folds with two fingers. Your hole gaped for him, weeping as a shit-eating grin crossed his face. “Such a needy little slut. You want my cock that badly?” 

       “Shaw, please…” you whimpered, jumping and yelping a second later when his hand came down on your ass hard and fast. Turning watery, lust-hazed eyes back to him, you felt your cheeks heat further at the sight of your juices glistening on his chin, his tongue lapping it from his fingers in a way that could only be described as licentious. His eyes shone with sin, nothing more, nothing less.

       “Please what?” Shaw’s chest pressed against your back as he grasped his aching cock in his hand, giving himself a few pumps. “Beg me,” he husked into your ear, lips dancing across the shell. “Beg me to fuck you.”

       “Please fuck me, Shaw!” you mewled, rolling your hips back against him. “Please, I need it! I need you!”

       His teeth sank into your shoulder, giving you a bite there to match that on your neck, and then he slammed himself into you, splitting you open on his cock. The pace he set was immediately animalistic, not sparing you a moment to adjust.

       “Whose pussy is this?” he snarled, the suck of your walls pulling him deeper and the wet squelch of his cock plunging into you filling the room. 

       “Yours!” you gasped, eyes rolling back in your head. He was so deep you could feel each thrust in your throat. “I’m all yours!” The punishing slap of his hips against your ass left your skin red, but you barely felt the pain as the tip of his cock slammed into your cervix and you climaxed, suddenly and without warning. 

       Shaw continued to fuck you through your orgasm, gritting his teeth against the coaxing of your walls in order to ravage your body to his liking. “This tight little pussy is all mine,” he moaned, the sound of it against your ear sending shivers through your oversensitive nerves. “No one can fuck you like I can.”

       Glowing yellow eyes drank in your fucked-out expression greedily as you gasped for breath, your eyelids fluttering. No matter how many times he fucked you, he never got enough of the noises and expressions you made, every single one committed to memory. His head fell back with a surprised grunt when you rolled your hips back into him, nearly making him bust right there and then. Your cunt was clamping down on him so tight he wasn’t going to last much longer at this rate, but he was going to make sure you went over that edge with him, that your body knew just who it belonged to.

       His thrusting turned feral, plunging into you with the sole purpose of filling you to the brim with his cum. The bed shook, banging into the wall with each stroke, and mindless babbles left your lips, strings of his name and “don’t stop” and “I love you.” Still oversensitive from your last orgasm, all it took was one little shock from his evol for your climax to crash over you again, your pleasured scream reaching unhearing ears as blood rushed through your veins. 

       Shaw reached his own end a heartbeat after you did, collapsing on top of you with a shudder and a last few sloppy thrusts. He buried his face in the crook of your neck as he came, eyes closing as he let your body milk him for all he was worth. You could have all of him. Every part of him was yours anyway, whether you knew it or not. 

       Sweat soaked both of your bodies, the smell of sex hanging in the atmosphere, but he was far from finished with you. His cum chased after him as he slipped out of you, globs of white seeping out, and the sight had him instantly hard again as he rolled you onto your back. 

       “I hope you’re ready,” he panted, rising on shaky arms to gently brush the hair out of your face. “Because I meant every word I said earlier about fucking you until you couldn’t stay awake anymore.” 

       You moaned together as his cock sank into your walls once more, finding home deep inside of you. Licking his bottom lip, he stared down at you almost triumphantly, relishing the love in your gaze as you wrapped your arms around his back. “You’re not getting any sleep tonight, princess.”

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[griffintail]

I dunno if this is dumb, but hear me out:

Y’know the song “For the Dancing and the Dreaming” from How to Train Your Dragon 2? Well, imagine that song but with Philza or Techno and a reader s/o! Like, they’ve been apart for way too long because of various circumstances, but when they finally see each other it’s just love at first sight all over again.

I was singing that song a lot at work today, and thought this idea might be a cute and wholesome break from the wonderfully tearjerking angst that was that last Parental Dream post. I think that anon woke up and chose violence that morning, not that I’m complainin.

I can’t remember which anon request it was that chose violence but I remember heavily agreeing with you. This request was so fing perfect to do with Techno. I hope you enjoy it.

Dancing and Dreaming

In Game

Pairings: Techno x F! Reader

Warnings: None :)

A/N: There is a poem in this that’s not mine. It’s by Anna Shaw and I found it randomly on the web. So I take no credit for it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I'll swim and sail on savage seas

With never a fear of drowning

And gladly ride the waves of life

If you would marry me

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

        (Y/N) remembered standing on the edge of the Arctic Empire’s border, watching Techno’s ship sail off a year back. Word came that his brothers needed his aid in their own nation. She remembered begging to let him come with him, she was the best swordswoman in the land.

        Who do you think taught her?

        Yet, Techno didn’t want someone to hurt her and made a promise to her.

        “I’ll take these nerds, alright? I’ll come back to you though, no matter what, and…I’ll marry you.”

        The voices went wild in his head for the first time in forever. Running the kingdom kept them sated but with him soon to be leaving, he supposed it riled them up. They were screaming praises and hatred at the same time but he didn’t care. This was what he wanted.

        “I…” (Y/N) was speechless for a few moments and Techno gave a cheeky grin, that helped her break out of it as she laughed. “Ok. But you have to come back.”

        “No scorching sun, nor freezing cold, will stop me on my journey if you promise me your heart and love me for eternity.” He kissed her forehead.

        From there, he boarded the ship and she didn’t see him for a year. She got no word from him or from his brothers, which gave her hope as well that he was ok. Of course, he would be, he was Technoblade.

        She was running the daily duties as Techno’s stand-in when one of the servants of the castle, bowing to her deeply.

        “Ma’am, we’ve spotted a regal ship coming into harbor.”

        “Get the guards ready then, we can’t take chances on this land, I have no patience for royalty, let’s go.”

        There had been a few battles in Techno’s absence, one’s (Y/N) commanded on his behalf that had earned her a few battle scars but nothing that caused her to lose a precious life. She had learned from the best of men. Putting her sword in its sheath and a bow and axe on her back, she set herself off to the harbor.

        As she got to the harbor, she saw a flag she had never seen flickering on the top of the mainmast. It was a half-circle of black on one edge with a line of yellow lining it as three stripes, one blue, white, and red, came off the yellow lining and three Xs in the middle. Two of the X’s were in the white strip as the third was in the half-circle of black.

        She stood on guard still as the ship slowed as it made it to their docks. Many knew nations tried to challenge the half power of their empire.

        Going onto the docks, she stood tall a safe distance from the ship.

        “Hail, who are you!” She called to the ship.

        A face leaned over the front and she stiffened at the grinning young face she remembered.

        “(Y/N)!” Tommy grinned. “Long time no see.”

        “What the fuck are you doing on that ship?!” She scolded, going over.

        “It’s mine!” (Y/N) scoffed at his words.

        “I think you’ll find, it’s mine.” Wilbur came behind the young boy, giving a smile to the woman. “It’s a pleasure (Y/N). Mind telling your men down?”

        “I mean, only if you tell me where Techno is.”

        Then she screamed as she was lifted off the ground.

        “You’ve gotten sloppy perceiving around you.” Techno chuckled as the boys on the ship laughed.

        She couldn’t be angry. She merely grinned as he put her down and hugged him tightly.

        “You’re ok.” She whispered.

        “I promised you I would be. I just had to take down a government.” He shrugged as he hugged her back.

        “My dearest one, your mighty words astound me but I've no need for mighty deeds when I feel your arms around me.”

        He hid his face in the top of her hair as he grinned to himself. He had truly missed her.

        That night, a grand ball was held in honor of Techno’s return, his victory with his brothers, and for the new alliance with the nation of L’Manberg as (Y/N) found out. (Y/N) laughed as Wilbur stole the first dance with her from Techno, having missed his brothers’ antics since the last time they had met.

        The two men kept teasing Techno by stealing the woman away until Techno practically picked her up and stole her away to the dance floor.

  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

But I would bring you rings of gold

I'd even sing you poetry

And I would keep you from all harm

If you would stay beside me

  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

        “Was someone jealous?” (Y/N) teased as she curtsied to him and he bowed.

        Together they danced in sync with ease. If there was no music, it would still be a beautiful dance to behold. They had done this number before, their own formal dance they always easily moved into.

        “I would like to see my wife to be after a year.” Techno gave a joking eye roll.

        “I’ll always be here for you, Techno. Even if we weren’t going to be married.” She blushed lightly, remembering his promise.

        At the end of their dance, Techno took her hand as usual but instead moved into a position to kneel.

        “This smooth son of a…” (Y/N) thought to herself with a grin.

        Techno went into his pocket, holding out a golden ring up to her. “Allow me to make it official to you after keeping you waiting for a year.” He cleared his throat before speaking clearly.

        “If I have to hold hell ransom,

        In turn for your wayward soul,

        I will.

        And if I must, fight through the depths of Tartarus

        To save what’s left of you

        To save the pieces life didn’t get to destroy,

        Then consider yourself saved

        For there is not a battle I won’t win,

        If saving you is what I am fighting for.

        So, would you do me the honor of marrying me?”

  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I have no use for rings of gold

I care not for your poetry

I only want your hand to hold

  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

        “I mean you win every battle anyways.” She whispered so only he would hear and he gave her a deadpanned face before she spoke a bit louder. “I care not of those things, as long as I have you Techno and your hand. I will gladly marry you for just that.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

To love and kiss to sweetly hold

For the dancing and the dreaming

Through all life's sorrows

And delights

I'll keep your laugh inside me

I'll swim and sail a savage seas

With never a fear of drowning

I'd gladly ride the waves so white

And you will marry me!

  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

        People clapped as she giggled hearing the hollers of his brothers as he rolled his eyes before smiling as he put the ring on her finger. He gave a sweet kiss to her forehead, neither much for sharing a lover’s kiss in public. The night’s events took on new energy around them but the two simply enjoyed the presence of the other as they glided across the floor.

        Techno regaled her with what happened in L’Manberg, throwing in a few jokes to hear her sweet laugh he had missed through the battles he and his brothers had fought. They had all been such brutal battles, even the ones they had to fight with their words. Yet, each one he fought harder than the rest because he knew, across the savage seas, he’d go home to the most perfect woman and get to marry her.

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[hope-to-hell]

Okay okay okay. I gave it like ten whole hours of thought and I kept getting caught on Good Dom August and a pleased little, "Good girl." But then I realized that we haven't heard from Mob!Boss Will in a hot minute. So maybe a little tale of August either standing in for Will and showing him how things are done or Will needing a steadying influence to give his woman what she needs and getting some verbal guidance from our favorite not-dead secret agent. Bonus points if we find out Will also has a praise kink. Super duper bonus points (and, idk, an ice cream cone with sprinkles) if both men join in on the action.

I'm very much so in a Will/August/Me mood rn.

We are probably not remotely on-prompt but we do have some threesome action going. To Live in the Moment. Will x August x Reader. Smut, scars, brief blood and gore, threesome, riding. Each of them is intense on his own, but wait until you get them together.

Oh Will, all chaos and blood, with the vibrant electric hum of the fight frozen now in scabs and little raw spots on his face, but goddamn if he isn’t captivating. He’s— well, he’s Will, and whatever that might mean to him, to you it means blood on his teeth that he spits salty on your tongue; it means torn collars that half the time are from the way you grip at him.

And today it means August fucking Walker with his broad hands on your hips, holding you steady as he lowers you down onto Will’s cock. There you go, you pretty little thing. Take it in, take it all in. Is he big? Does he stretch you terribly? Good, that’s good. Go slow and feel him inch by inch. And there’s a lot of him, isn’t there; you’re slick as fuck and still it’s a struggle.

August is wildness transmuted; he is the link between the old guard and the new, careful and conniving til the moment violence rips through him like a hurricane. Do you remember the night he came slouching through the door with a bullet in his side? Do you remember how he met your gaze and in the cruel sharp cold of his eyes he reflected moon and blood and the last fading gurgle of whoever he’d last crushed beneath his boot? Do you remember how he fingered the wound just a little once the bullet had fallen rattling into the sink?

Yeah, you remember. And he knows that if he’d called you over, if he’d taken your hand in his and pressed your fingers to the wound, you’d have felt the beating burning heart of him. And that’s August. He’s Will in a decade, if Will lives that long— if he tempers all that rage and recklessness, if he takes it in his hands and makes a shining spear. He can do it, maybe. If he imagines all that anger running down his arm into his hand, if he balls it up and crushes it in his fist to forge something better. Brighter.

You think too much. Let us do the work. All you have to do is take it. And it’s August’s words in your ears but Will’s eyes on yours, Will’s cock thick and pulsing hot inside you. Will’s little cut over his lip, still tasting of the fight, Will’s eyes rolling back when August grips your hips and moves you just so. Look at that. Look how good you feel around him; he can barely stand it. But you’ll be good for me, won’t you, Will? You’ll keep it together because you might be Will’s filthy little thing but you both are under August’s sway; Will with the prickly two-steps-forward-and-one-step-back stray-cat approach, and you.

You filthy little thing.

You’d say you’re just here to get fucked, but that’s a bald-faced lie. And no matter what you do, the truth comes out in gasps, in sighs, in the way you’ll drag August’s arm across your ribs later, in the way your legs will tangle with Will’s. This is a strange and tentative thing, a precious thing; it’s not soft— how could it be— but in each man you see the shadow of the other. August with his fury leashed and channeled, Will with his wildness flecked with vulnerability.

Do you remember what Will said when they buried Papa Shaw? I don’t think I’ll see thirty. How am I supposed to lead when I’m so— and sure, the odds were stacked against him; Will was green as fuck and if Papa had his way, his firstborn son would be managing accounts somewhere far away and safe. But August saw the power vacuum forming; he whispered words to Sy who spoke to Will and thus the line of succession remained unbroken.

And that is August: he’s got power, sure, but really what he has in spades is influence. He’s been in this game a long time and before that he wormed his way through the cracks and crevices of the world, dealing death and pain and not one of his victims knew his name but they damned well knew what he was. Reaper, angel, terror— hammer. He was fear and he was hate and he grew tired. And now he’s here, playing a long game with rules only he understands; breath by breath he bends the world to what he needs.

Will’s face is hazed with pleasure but he can still gasp at the sight of August with his hand under your jaw, turning you toward him for a kiss that bruises and scrapes and sends fire roaring through your veins. He can still reach and find his fingers tangling with August’s; together they mark you with their fingerprints. They draw their map across your skin and in each landmark— each dip and swell, each shiver, each river of sweat— Will marks his path.

In a decade Will is going to turn your head with a hand gentle under your jaw and he will kiss you full of fire. He will carry pain and beauty and a thousand different scars; if he lives that long— and he must live that long— he will cradle his mug in broad hands and watch the sunrise. Perhaps you will be by his side.

#henry cavill #august walker #will shaw #my fic #august walker fic #august walker smut #will shaw fic #will shaw smut #august walker x will shaw x you

[carryonmywaywardcaptain]

A Supernaturally Marvelous Fic Challenge

Calling all Supernatural and Marvel fanfic writers!

I don’t know about y’all, but writer’s block and lack of motivation have hit me harder than ever this year. It’s no secret that 2020 has been a giant crap show for a lot of people, but our precious fics and fandoms can be such a great escape from it all. In an attempt to spread some inspiration and feel good vibes, I wanted to make my follower celebration something that might help both writers and readers.

Below you’ll find all sorts of prompts (dialogue, songs, AUs, etc.) because you never know what might inspire you. Since we’ve all had a tough year, there’s a catch! You’ve got to give it a happy ending.

Make it fun. Make it sassy. Make it steamy. But for the love of ALL THAT IS GOOD AND HOLY please wrap it up nicely with good things and a “fluffy” bow. Cool? Cool.

Now, on to the rest:

This is my follower celebration for both blogs, so please consider following @carryonmywaywardcaptain​, @carryoncaptainrogers​, or both!

As you may have guessed from the title, prompts can be written for Supernatural or Marvel (extra love and virtual hugs if you choose to write about Dean Winchester or Steve Rogers because they are the loves of my life. But there’s still plenty of love for the rest of the Avengers & TFW!)

Angst, smut, crack, and fluff are all welcome, but remember to give it a fluffy/positive ending and tag the warnings accordingly (Please steer clear of smut if you’re under 18. Stay young and innocent, babes.)

No limit to how many people sign up for each prompt. Feel free to combine prompts or even combine fandoms in a crossover! Whatever gets your creative juices flowing.

Send an ask with the prompt you want to do and the pairing you’re planning to write (life gets busy, so I’ll do a reminder post before the deadline if it’s helpful for you!). Reader inserts or OCs are both fine.

Tag me in the A/N and use the hashtag #supernaturally marvelous fic challenge by December 20th January 31st. If you’re garbage at deadlines like me, I’m super flexible and won’t hold it against you if you get it done later! I’ll reblog SPN fics on this blog and Marvel pairings over on @carryoncaptainrogers​ so your fics are seen by the fans who need them most :)

Got another idea you want to write and/or read about? Shoot me an ask and maybe I can add it to the mix! 

Make sure to check back once in a while in case more prompts are suggested and added! Without further ado (oof, this is long!):

Some song ideas:

“Boss’s Daughter”- Pop Evil

“Night Moves”- Bob Seger

“It’s Been a Long, Long Time”- Harry James

“I Won’t Say (I’m in Love)”- yes, from Hercules

“Hold You in My Arms”- Ray Lamontagne

“Better Man”- James Morrison

“Perfect for Me”- Justin Timberlake

“When We Were Young”- Adele

“Holding Out For a Hero”- Ella Mae Bowen’s version

“Come Around”- Papa Roach

“From Eden”- Hozier

“To the Man Who Let Her Go”- Tyler Shaw

“What If I Stay”- Chris Young

“Drift Off to Dream”- Travis Tritt

“Take Your Time”- Sam Hunt

“T-Shirt”- Thomas Rhett

“Not Strong Enough”- Apocalyptica, Brent Smith

“What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve?”- Lee Ann Womack

“Right Where You Want Me” or “Better With You”- Jesse McCartney (because I love them both and just couldn’t choose lol)

Feel free to suggest songs from the shows/movies! I know the above are random. I tried to have some variety.

AUs, Tropes, etc.:

*gasp* And there was only one bed… (Bed sharing)

Confessing FEELINGS (or “everyone conspiring to make them confess their feelings already”)

Neighbors 

At a concert

Fake relationship for some event/case

Royal/Medieval

Soulmates

A/B/O

Friends/Enemies/Strangers to lovers

Comforting the other person

Dialogue prompts:

“I didn’t mean to turn you on.” “Well, it’s a little late for that!”

"Stop telling me you’re okay.”

“Can you please come and get me?”

“Sometimes you can be a real dumbass, you know that?”

“Because I care about you!”

“I’m right here. I’ve got you.”

“Who did this to you?”

“Well...what if I go with you?”

“Give me a chance to change your mind.”

“Plot twist!” “Screaming ‘plot twist’ doesn’t make this suck any less.”

“What did I say?” “You told me to stay out of trouble.” “And what did you do?” “The opposite of that, obviously.”

“You can do so much better than him. I wish there was some way I could make you believe that.”

“Not enough? You’re...everything.”

“Well this was fun... Let’s never do it again.”

“I need you to do something for me. You owe me a no-questions-asked.”

“Don’t look at me like that! You know what it does to me.”

“Wait! Just...take me instead.”

“You can’t keep it all inside, you know? Bottling it up won’t do any good.”

“I can’t stay away from you. I’m tired of trying.”

“Have you seen you? You’re like a damn dreamboat.”

Random things my kiddos at school have said:

“Hey Mrs. America! Mrs. Captain America.”

“You know what your problem is? DAT attitude.”

“How did it taste?” “Like disappointment.”

“Do we got a fucking problem?”

“When am I not wearing my sassy pants?”

“Words are hard.”

“I’ve been screaming internally my entire life.”

“Can I jump over the fence?” “No, but thank you for asking.”

“That’s not very cash money of you.” “...I don’t know what that means.” “That’s okay. I just felt like saying it.”

“What do you call a blind dinosaur?” “Dead.” [P.S. the answer is Do-you-think-he-saw-rus]

Shenanigan ideas:

Karaoke night at a bar

Thanksgiving dinner

Christmas lights

Slow dancing

Prank War

Ice skating

Mistletoe

Ugly sweater party

Gift exchange

Creating/sharing holiday traditions

Please reblog or tag your favs who might be looking for a little extra inspiration!

CarryOnCap Crew (Forevers):

@abswritesfandoms​  @amanda-teaches​  @cosicas-cuquis​  @crist1216​  @droidyouseek​  @emoryhemsworth​  @ericaprice2008​  @flawless-disaster​  @janeyboo​  @jenn0755​  @ksgeekgirl​  @maresmiley​  @memyselfandmaddox​  @notyourtypicalrose​  @randomparanoid​  @rynabarnesrogers​  @sandlee44​  @scarletsoldierrr​  @shann-the-artist-moon​  @sheerioasteroidpanda​  @shynara51​  @someday-when-you-leave-me​ @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan​  @thisismysecrethappyplace​  @torntaltos​  @waywardbaby​  @waywardrose13​  @weebid​  @whimsicalrobots​  @wintersoldierbaby​  @wintersoldierissucharide  @yesfanficsaremylife​

Cap’s Marvel Crew:

@amoonagedaydreamer​  @bangtan-serendipity​ @bubbabarnes @lilacs-with-lavender​  @msgreenverse​  @nomadstevergxrs​  @palaiasaurus64​  @scarlettsoldier​  @selina-kyle89​  @smokeandnailz​  @troublermalik​  @twittytelly​  @valkirsif​

Cap’s SPN Crew:

@adoptdontshoppets​  @akshi8278​  @alexwinchester23​  @bi-danvers0​  @deangirl7695​  @dean-winchesters-bacon​  @fandomoniumflurry​  @pisces-cutie​  @supernaturalenchanted​  @superromijn​  @waywardnerd67​  @x-waywardaf-x​ 

Other amazing writers came to mind in case you’re interested in participating, feeling inspired to bless us with more of your beautiful work, or wouldn’t mind reblogging/tagging other writers (Please forgive me for spamming you!):

@luci-in-trenchcoats​ @supernatural-jackles​ @evansrogerskitten​ @cajunquandary​​ @after-avenging-hours​ @fvckingavengers​ @mywritingsblog​ @bitsandbobsandstuff​ @prettyyoungtragedy​ @kittenofdoomage​​ @angelkurenai​​ @impala-dreamer​ @redgillan​ @gaybybirth​ @invisibleanonymousmonsters​ @221bshrlocked​ @sgtjbuccky​ @captainrogerss​ @katymacsupernatural​ @buckyofthemyscira​ @captain-rogers-beard-mainblog​ @dancingalone21​ @atc74​ @smol-and-grumpy​ @hannahindie​ @kdfrqqg​ @sis-tafics​ @idreamofplaid​ @deanssweetheart23​ @because-imma-lady-assface​ @covered-byroses​ @captain-kelli​ @heli0s-writes​ @deanwinchesterswitch​ @roonyxx​ @jay-and-dean​ @ladywinchester1967​ @spnfanficpond​

#supernaturally marvelous fic challenge #CarryOnCap's fic writing challenge #fic writing challenge #follower celebration #marvel fanfiction #spn fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #fanfic writing prompts #fanfic writing challenge #fluff #dean winchester x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #sam winchester x reader #supernatural reader insert #spn reader insert #marvel reader insert

[lancermylove]

Chapter 6

➣ Pairing: Gavin x Reader x Shaw ➣ Warning: A little suggestive towards the end.  ➣ Word Count: 748 ➣ Previous Chapters: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

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Exhausted from the day before, you somehow get out of bed around one in the afternoon and get ready. When you reach the resort's cozy lounge, you notice Ms. Yuki and Gavin chatting by the fireplace. As soon as the caretaker sees you, she can't help but be shocked by your condition. Your eyes are heavy and red, your face is colorless, and large dark circles sit under your eyes.

"Good afternoon, dear," Ms. Yuki greets you with a dull smile as she shifts in her sofa to make space for you.

"Hello, Ms. Yuki," you whisper and try to muster a smile, "why is the lounge so crowded?"

Gavin studies your face with a pained expression but manages to reply, "There is a blizzard warning, so no one is allowed to go outside. Why do you ask?"

"I was hoping I could go out today," you answer, lowering your eyes and shifting closer to Gavin. Your reason for wanting to go out is evident to both Ms. Yuki and Gavin.

"Why is this place so crowded?" Shaw nonchalantly walks up to the three of you and yawns, stretching his arms up. Gavin tenses up upon hearing his brother's voice while Ms. Yuki glances at you only to sees that you are on the verge of tears.

"There is a blizzard warning," the caretaker replies with a forced smile. Gavin  rests his left hand on top of your right hand as if telling you to stay calm. You sigh quietly and lean your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes and curling up your left hand. Unbeknownst to you and Gavin, Shaw stares at the two of you with a confused expression, shifting his eyes between the two of you and your hands.

"Hi, Shaw! I had fun dancing with you yesterday evening," an unknown female approaches the younger brother and throws her arms around his waist.

"Yeah...it was fun," Shaw mumbles without taking his eyes off you and his older brother.

"Are you doing anything today?" The girl asks in a flirty voice, "if not, come with me to the club. I want to introduce you to my friends."

A few tears escape your eyes and land on Gavin's shoulder. Feeling the tears soak into his shirt, the older brother stands up while helping you to your feet and leads you out of there. Shaw tries to ignore the girl and continues to stare at the two of you intensely.

Gavin brings you back to his room, turns you to face him, and cups your cheeks in his warm hands. "You have cried enough. Please don't waste your precious tears on him."

"Gav, p-please take this pain away," you stutter and take a tight hold of his shirt, "please make this feeling go away."

He leans down, rests his forehead against yours, and asks softly, "how? Tell me what I can do."

"I don't know but make it go away." You encircle your arms around his torso, closing your eyes and taking in his warmth.

"Would it make you happy if I brought you a big teddy bear with a heart that says 'I love you'?" He asks innocently.

You shake your head a little and chuckle, "I don't need a teddy bear because I have you. Besides, that teddy bear won't hug me back, but you will."

"Then tell me what I can do to make you happy. It hurts me to see you sad." Gavin lifts his head a little and places a delicate kiss on your forehead.

You meet his eyes, and for a brief moment, the two of you stare at each other. Everything around you slowly starts vanishing, and your body feels light. He brings one of your hands close to his lips and presses his lips on your fingers. Gavin trails kisses down your palm, wrist, forearm, upper arm, and stops at your shoulder. He ghosts his lips towards your neck, leaving goosebumps in the wake. Placing a deep kiss on your neck, he slides his hands down your back and digs his fingers in your waist, drawing you closer to his muscular body. You feel his heart pounding against your chest as he traces your jawline with his lips. Gavin brings his mouth closer to yours and locks your lips in his.

His kisses grow deeper and more passionate, pushing out all the sadness that occupied your mind. Melting in his arms, you slowly begin to wonder if you are falling for Gavin.

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#mlqc shaw #mlqc lucien #mlqc gavin #gavin x reader #mlqc gavin x reader #mlqc shaw x reader

[rikumorimachisgirl]

Amber Eyes

Disclaimer: I do not own MLQC, Elex does. I own the idea for this fic. Image only used for inspiration.

Pairing: Shaw x Reader (mentions of Gavin)

Genre: Angst (at least that's what I hoped it would have)

“What –“

Your eyes flew wide open as he covered your mouth with his hand, and yanked you into the hallway. It was just after midnight when you heard a knock on your door, and you didn’t even have to think long and hard to know who was at the other side. He smirked as you gasped when he pressed you up against the wall, and with expert ease, he pulled the door knob close with barely a sound.

‘This is wrong. So wrong,’ you thought quietly just before his mouth took yours hungrily – almost viciously – slanting his lips over yours, sucking on your lower lip before plunging his tongue into your warm, wet mouth until your head spun. And you kissed him back as fiercely, your tongues danced as you held on to his arms, shoulders, the back of his neck to bring your faces as close to possible.

The thud from across the hall brought you back to your senses, and you pushed him off you after catching your breath. “You’re crazy,” you whispered sharply as you glared at him.

“Is that so?”

You watched him wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, and he stared right back at you with his amber eyes – the same color as the ones belonging to the man who was currently sleeping in your bed - the guy who treated you like you were the most precious thing in this world… the very same one you were cheating on at this very moment. The thought made your stomach churn.

“What’s the matter? Is your conscience bothering you again,” he mocked while he smoothed out his leather jacket, which you almost ruined earlier. The look on your face told him he was spot on. Smiling smugly, he took one step after another towards you, his eyes never leaving yours. “What? Am I right?”

“Shut up, Shaw,” you hissed, as he continued to back you up against the wall once more. Trapping you between his arms, he brought his head close to yours, and you closed your eyes when you felt his purple hair brush your cheek. “You know we shouldn’t be doing this!”

“And yet here we are,” he whispered. His warm breath on your skin made you quiver.

“Shaw, please, I love him.”

He stiffened at your declaration, and immediately pushed himself up to look at you. “Tell me you’re kidding,” he growled.

“I’m not!”

“You are, too,” he said, as he ran a hand through his messy hair, and glared at you. “What’s next? You’re going to tell me we need to end this?”

“We need to end this,” you said quietly, as you lowered your gaze. “I’m sorry.”

He watched your defeated form and snickered. “You still don’t get it do you,” he taunted as he held your chin and brought your face close to his. “No one can take anything from me,” he said as he gave you a quick peck on the lips before releasing you from his hold. “See you tomorrow… Babe!”

You stood in the dark hallway, and watched your young lover walk away, the memory of his Amber eyes twinkling with resolve still on your mind. You stood at the hallway long after he disappeared, unaware that on the other side of the door, another pair of Amber eyes squinted tears away.

The End.

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[crystallized-iron]

The Gifted - Chapter Eleven

Please read the tags on the masterlist! Masterlist ***** ***** *****

Silence. That is what he was left with. No more constant hum of voices. No more passive reading of thoughts of those around him. He could not even feel Erik’s intense emotions, and he was certain the man’s anger had not lessened.

“You said it would only weaken his power,” he heard Erik state from behind him, the words coming out like a growl. “Not rid him of his gift completely.”

“But it isn’t gone.” Hank turned and set the glass on top of a cabinet before turning back. “It is just very weak right now. Everything should be back to normal in a few days.”

Erik stepped up to him. “You better hope so. Or I promise to rip you open with all those precious metal tools you have.”

Charles swallowed. He had no way of knowing what was going on in Erik’s mind, what other emotions might be hidden beneath the surface, and it made the other man’s temper more frightening. “It will wear off though.” A tremor could be heard in his voice. “Right?”

Hank nodded to him. “It should, yes.”

“You have no definite answers for anything, do you?” Erik questioned.

“This is the first real opportunity I’ve had to actually test it,” Hank explained. “Alex has refused, even though I think he could really benefit from it.”

“Who is Alex?” asked Raven.

“A boy with a really powerful gift,” Moira told her. “The burn marks are his doing.”

“He has been improving on control, but he only stays for a few hours to train and eat, maybe sleep if they had too many bad nights,” Hank said. “He keeps his little brother with him, but if he isn’t careful, the boy could get severely injured.”

“What can he do?” Charles asked, but his eyes were on Erik as the man walked away, the faint sound of rumbling coming from each drawer he passed. It felt like Charles had a void in him now that he could not connect with Erik through his gift.

“Well, when I asked him about it the first time, he said it was dangerous, that he had destroyed a neighbor’s home before taking his brother and running. I didn’t think it could be that bad, but I took him to a safe place outside of Merchants Bay anyway. He faced a hill, and… these rings of fire formed around him and then flew at the hill. They sliced right through.”

Charles took his eyes off of Erik to look at Hank. “They sliced through it? The hill?”

“Yes. It was fascinating but terrifying.”

“And he destroyed his neighbor’s home on purpose,” Moira said. “The man had gone to the master physicians at what is called ‘the building’ about Alex’s gift.”

“What is the building?” Raven asked. “What do the master physicians do?”

“He didn’t -”

“They imprison you,” Erik stated from across the room.

Everyone looked at him.

“They lock you in a cage, and when it is your turn, they take you inside ‘the building’.”

“What happens there?”

Erik did not respond.

“Erik,” Charles softly asked, “how do you know about it?”

He turned to face him. “That boy is from Axel.”

“Axel?” He had not seen anything about master physicians or a place called ‘the building’ in Erik’s memories when he went looking before. He remembered the warmth and happiness Erik had with his mother. The terrible memories with Shaw after her death. “I didn’t know.”

“I know you didn’t.”

“You could have told me, Erik.”

“Why?”

Charles couldn’t come up with a response, and the silence began to stretch. Realizing he had not known something so important about Erik’s past hurt so much.

“So…” Moira spoke. “Does anyone want some food? When did you last eat?”

“Uh, yesterday,” Raven told her. “If you want money…”

“No. You are guests, and guests do not pay. I just need to head into town first.”

Charles tore his eyes from Erik’s and looked at Moira. “Could I join you?”

“Do you really want to?”

“Yes. If you do not mind, of course.”

“Alright then. Come on.”

He hopped off the table and Moira’s hand was almost immediately around his.

“We will be back soon!” she informed them all.

Charles refused to look in Erik’s direction as he was led out into the hall and then up the staircase.

“Are you okay?” Moira asked him when they reached the top.

“I just know less about him than I thought.” They stepped into the front room and he watched her slide the wall back into place. “Do you get many intruders?”

“No, but we needed it to be a safe place for those that come to us.”

“Well, it certainly seems like a safe place.”

“Of course. And no one wants to mess with Hank anyway.”

They went out the door and Moira turned to close it. Charles stared at the seemingly abandoned homes around them. Crumbling walls and broken windows no longer promised shelter from the elements.

He glanced at her upon feeling her hand take his again.

She offered him a smile. “You seem surprised by the hand holding. Should I stop?”

Charles smiled a little in return. “No. But normally, my mind would be completely focused on yours right now. I would know your full name, age, if you are gifted or not.”

“All that with a little hand holding?”

“Any physical contact. Hand touching is easiest.”

She nodded and led him back to the heart of the city. These streets were more populated. Children ran and screamed and played. Parents chatted. Vendors tried to make a sale.

Charles observed it all with a quiet mind, buzzing only with his own growing excitement. There was no violent wave of voices that threatened to swallow him. It was so different, so new, so… peaceful. “This…”

“What is it? Are you alright, Charles?”

“I just… I don’t know.”

Moira hummed. “I have no idea what life is like for a mind reader, but after seeing what happened to you, I imagine it must be difficult.”

“Difficult. Yes, very difficult. I could never do this before. Just being in a city without being overwhelmed by everyone’s thoughts, their emotions, everything. It is so quiet now.”

“I would not call this quiet.”

Charles chuckled. “This is very quiet.” He looked at her. “Sorry, what did you say your name was?”

“Moira,” she told him.

“It is a very lovely name.”

“Why, thank you, Charles. I like yours too.”

“Mine is nothing exciting. But Moira, on the other hand…”

She shook her head, light laughter leaving her. “I like you, Charles.”

“I am glad you do. Making new friends is always nice.”

“It really is.”

They came to the marketplace. Moira let go of his hand. “This will take a few minutes. You can wander around. Just don’t get lost.”

“I will not get lost,” he promised. He watched the people around them. There were some in uniform, several sailors, but mostly there were people he was certain called Merchants Bay their home. It was amazing.

But then his eyes landed on someone across the road, someone that stared right back at him. They wore a white cloak, hood hiding their features. Charles blinked and they were gone, a thin cloud of smoke left behind.

“I believe I have found a side effect,” he told Moira.

She walked back and handed over a sack of food. “And what would that be?”

“Hallucination. I thought I saw someone, but then they were gone.”

“What did they look like?”

“White cloak,” he answered. “The hood was up. But then they were gone and there was -”

“Smoke?”

He turned to her.”Are you saying they were real?”

“Sounds like you saw Kurt. He can disappear and reappear someplace else. It makes like a mini-explosion whenever he does. I didn’t know he was back in town though.”

Charles thought about it. “My sister knows a Kurt. They met in Lavena. He told her about Everston.”

“He tells everyone about Everston. Mostly the gifted.”

“Do you know anything about Everston, Moira? Have you been there?”

She smiled. “I am from there. It is my hometown. It wasn’t always so accepting of gifted people, but more kept coming from other cities. Even a few from Axel.” Her expression changed, a frown settling on her face. “They were so scared. I was a young girl at the time. They told me about a boy that tore the cages apart with his gift.” Moira began walking, Charles beside her. “They said the cages had once been used for animals, but then people’s powers began manifesting in more obvious ways. Humans grew afraid and shoved those with powers into the cages. And that boy destroyed them.”

“But then they made more, obviously.” Charles sighed. “I never knew Erik’s hometown was so cruel.”

“Many places are.”

Charles’ gaze lowered to the ground as they walked. “The boy that destroyed the cages, could it have been Erik?”

“I don’t know,” she said, hand reaching for her neck. “It’s possible.”

He looked up in time to see her fingers tracing a bruise. “What happened?”

“What?”

“Your neck.”

“Oh.” She dropped her hand. “I startled your friend earlier. He yanked me down by my necklace.”

“He what?”

There was a sudden flash and thin puff of smoke, the person Charles had seen before appearing in front of them. They startled but Moira then threw her arms around the boy. “Kurt! Welcome back.”

“Moira, hello.” He beamed, the white of his teeth standing out against what Charles could now see was dark blue skin. Kurt turned to him next. “Hello. I am Kurt Wagner.” He held out his hand, which wore a three-fingered white glove.

Charles slowly took it and Kurt gave his hand an enthusiastic shake. “I’m Charles.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Charles.”

“There are more people to meet if you take us back to Hank’s,” Moira told him. “All of them are gifted, even Charles.”

“Oh, are you?” Kurt asked Charles. “What is yours?”

“I am a mind reader,” he replied. “My power is muted right now though.”

“Muted? How so?”

“Hank gave him the moondamp,” Moira said. “It was necessary. Charles had lost consciousness.”

“The thoughts of everyone in Merchants Bay overwhelmed me,” Charles explained.

“Ah, I see. That is unfortunate.” Kurt offered his free hand to Moira. “Ready?”

“Ready.” She held onto his hand and glanced at Charles. “Hope you feel okay after your first time.”

“My first time?” he asked.

“With this,” said Kurt, and he teleported them away.

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[msclaritea]

~By the Pricking of my Thumbs~

...Something Wicked This Way Comes...

(apologies for the length. There was a lot to share)

“There was only one thing sure. Two lines of Shakespeare said it.  He should write them in the middle of the clock of books, to fix the heart of his apprehension:

So vague, yet so immense.

He did not want to live with it.

Yet he knew that, during this night, unless he lived with it very well, he might have to live with it all the rest of his life.

        Something Wicked This Way Comes (1962)

The youthful experiences that made Bradbury into a writer preoccupied him throughout his life. Bradbury’s much-beloved novel Dandelion Wine is a thinly veiled fictionalization of many of his sweeter reminiscences — but even these could take an odd turn. “I loved to watch my grandmother eviscerate the turkey,” he once said, a memory that sums up his most characteristic literary trait: taking homey Americana and bending it in a violent or grotesque direction. His most seminal stories wrung terror out of common occurrences, such as going into a ravine that ran through the residential section of his native Waukegan, Illinois at nighttime. In the story “The Night,” an eight-year-old boy — the author’s alter-ego — simply scares himself. There is no ghost or criminal lurking, only the panic that wells up in all of us when we get lost in a dark, damp place and know we are alone in the universe, in the “vast swelling loneliness,” feeling the presence of “an ogre called Death.”

“Ray Bradbury spent his childhood goosing his imagination with the outlandish. Whenever mundane Waukegan was visited by the strange or the offbeat, young Ray was on hand...He read heavily in Charles Dickens, George Bernard Shaw, Edgar Allan Poe, H. G. Wells, Arthur Conan Doyle, L. Frank Baum, and Edgar Rice Burroughs; the latter’s inspirational and romantic children’s adventure tales earned him Bradbury’s hyperbolic designation as “probably the most influential writer in the entire history of the world.” Bradbury...loved carnivals, magicians, mind readers, and skeletons. 

“First of all, it was October, a rare month for boys.” This was the quote given by Mark Gatiss upon the death of Ray Bradbury. That comes from Something Wicked This Way Comes (1962). “Much of the novel centers on a carousel that changes the rider’s age, giving youth to the old and age to the young. At best, those who take the ride end up miserable outcasts. At worst, they become soulless monsters. If eternal youth is no blessing, neither is a return to what has been outgrown, or an impatient leap to what has not yet been grown into. Time is precious. Mr. Halloway is the person through which Bradbury expresses his philosophy concerning good and evil. The theme that emerges in this novel, as well as in several of Bradbury's other works, is that light is good and dark is evil. Bradbury's carnival is the epitome of this darkness. It is the "something wicked" that "this way comes. Cooger & Dark's Pandemonium Shadow Show.”

William "Will" Halloway, born one minute before midnight, October 30. Will is described as having done "only six years of staring." (He is described as having white-blonde hair with eyes "as clear as summer rain".) Will is naturally obedient and wary of getting involved in difficult situations; nonetheless, he takes on an active role in fighting the carnival's evil power. James "Jim" Nightshade, born one minute after midnight on October 31. Jim is brooding and brash, acting as a foil for Will's cautiousness and practicality. (He is described as having wild and tangled chestnut brown hair and eyes the color of green grass.) Jim yearns to become older, which makes him vulnerable to the carnival's temptations, but he is ultimately saved by his friendship with Will. Jim represents good that is always on the verge of giving into temptation, while Will, though he has crises and doubts, is the part of us that resists giving in.

Charles Halloway, the father, is older and filled with regrets, spending all of his time in the library, where he is cornered by Mr. Dark, throwing around his lightening, and taking his life, page by page.

“I know who you are,” Holloway challenges. “You are the Autumn People. Where do you come from? The dust. Where do you go? The grave.”

MORIARTY  Did you know that dust is largely composed of human skin?  Doesn’t taste the same, though. You want your skin fresh .. ... just a little crispy. That’s all people really are, you know: dust waiting to be distributed. And it gets everywhere ...  in every breath you take, dancing in every sunbeam, all used-up people.

“Yes, we are the Hungry Ones,” Dark concurs. “Your torment calls us like dogs in the night. ...(Redbeard?)

And we do feed and feed well.                                                                                  To stuff yourselves on other people's nightmares. And butter our plain bread with delicious pain 

Funerals, bad marriages. lost loves, lonely beds. That is our diet. We suck that misery and find it sweet. We search for more, always.

“But no man's a hero to himself.” Charles Holloway

They set their clocks by deathwatch beetles, and thrive the centuries. 

“Today we honor the deathwatch beetle that is the doom of our society and—in time, one feels certain—our entire species. But, anyway, let’s talk about John.”SH  

 They whispered to Caesar that he was mortal, then sold daggers at half-price in the grand March sale. Some must have been lazing clowns, foot props for emperors, princes, and epileptic popes. Then out on the road, Gypsies in time, their populations grew as the world grew, spread, and there was more delicious variety of pain to thrive on. The train put wheels under them and here they run down the log road out of the Gothic and baroque; look at their wagons and coaches, the carving like medieval shrines, all of it stuff once drawn by horses, mules, or, maybe, men.”SW

“The roads we walk have demons beneath, and yours have been waiting for a very long time.”

“You dream with your eyes open. God, if you had strength to rouse up, you'd slaughter your half-dreams with buckshot!” SW

“God, how we get our fingers in each other's clay. That's friendship, each playing the potter to see what shapes we can make of each other.”SW

“A stranger is shot in the street, you hardly move to help. But if, half an hour before, you spent just ten minutes with the fellow and knew a little about him and his family, you might just jump in front of his killer and try to stop it. Really knowing is good. Not knowing, or refusing to know is bad, or amoral, at least. You can’t act if you don’t know.” SW

John: Why did they try and kill me? IF they knew you were on to them, why go after me? Put me in the bonfire?

Sherlock: I don’t know. I don’t like not knowing.

 Pam Grier, playing the Dust Witch, A blind soothsayer, usually in her Black tweeds, at one point changes into a ghost Bride( Salome) to tempt a man. However, her increased sensitivity to the presence and emotions of other people makes her vulnerable to positive feelings.The Dust Witch even comes in her balloon to find Jim and Will, but they outsmart her.

Then we come to the Mirror Maze.

This Mirror Maze is one of the major temptations that the carnival offers its customers since it capitalizes on an almost universal weakness, man's dissatisfaction with himself. Bradbury describes the experience inside this particular Mirror Maze through the use of water imagery. When someone enters the maze, he experiences an "ocean" of mirrors silently rushing in upon him. These mirror oceans can be quite dangerous. Will characterizes this danger by saying that someone can never tell just what might be swimming in the water, and there is even the possibility that a person might find himself in a watery, bottomless sea.

Dark kidnaps the children, taking them to the Mirror Maze. Charles Halloway must overcome his fears to get them out. Laughter proves to be a powerful weapon against the inherent wickedness of the Carnival. At the sound of Mr. Halloway's laughter, the freaks outside freeze from fear and the Mirror Maze crashes to the ground "in domino fashion."

So...Love & Courage. The themes are woven throughout all of Sherlock and especially the new episodes. It’s been called Amo, it’s at the 20 Minutes mark of every episode. it’s through Thomas Gray "where ignorance is bliss, 'tis folly to be wise.”Gray is not promoting ignorance, but is reflecting with nostalgia on a time when he was allowed to be ignorant, his youth...all of the mirrors found surrounding Sherlock are increasing x. Even Beethoven's Symphony No. 9, played in The Lying Detective, is about brotherhood & unity.            From through-a-glass-darkly: 

"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. …And now these three remain: Faith, Hope, and Love. But the greatest of these is Love."

Something Wicked This Way Comes has served as a direct influence on several fantasy and horror authors, including Neil Gaiman and Stephen King. Gaiman paid tribute to Bradbury's influence on him and many of his peers in a 2012 The Guardian article following Bradbury's death and here. British TV comedy series The League of Gentlemen features the Pandemonium Carnival of Papa Lazarou. The Man Who Forgot Ray Bradbury

he who grew up reading sherlock holmes by harlan ellison

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[purple-cat-demon]

Amber Eyes

Disclaimer: I do not own MLQC, Elex does. I own the idea for this fic. Image only used for inspiration.

Pairing: Shaw x Reader (mentions of Gavin)

Genre: Angst (at least that's what I hoped it would have)

“What –“

Your eyes flew wide open as he covered your mouth with his hand, and yanked you into the hallway. It was just after midnight when you heard a knock on your door, and you didn’t even have to think long and hard to know who was at the other side. He smirked as you gasped when he pressed you up against the wall, and with expert ease, he pulled the door knob close with barely a sound.

‘This is wrong. So wrong,’ you thought quietly just before his mouth took yours hungrily – almost viciously – slanting his lips over yours, sucking on your lower lip before plunging his tongue into your warm, wet mouth until your head spun. And you kissed him back as fiercely, your tongues danced as you held on to his arms, shoulders, the back of his neck to bring your faces as close to possible.

The thud from across the hall brought you back to your senses, and you pushed him off you after catching your breath. “You’re crazy,” you whispered sharply as you glared at him.

“Is that so?”

You watched him wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, and he stared right back at you with his amber eyes – the same color as the ones belonging to the man who was currently sleeping in your bed - the guy who treated you like you were the most precious thing in this world… the very same one you were cheating on at this very moment. The thought made your stomach churn.

“What’s the matter? Is your conscience bothering you again,” he mocked while he smoothed out his leather jacket, which you almost ruined earlier. The look on your face told him he was spot on. Smiling smugly, he took one step after another towards you, his eyes never leaving yours. “What? Am I right?”

“Shut up, Shaw,” you hissed, as he continued to back you up against the wall once more. Trapping you between his arms, he brought his head close to yours, and you closed your eyes when you felt his purple hair brush your cheek. “You know we shouldn’t be doing this!”

“And yet here we are,” he whispered. His warm breath on your skin made you quiver.

“Shaw, please, I love him.”

He stiffened at your declaration, and immediately pushed himself up to look at you. “Tell me you’re kidding,” he growled.

“I’m not!”

“You are, too,” he said, as he ran a hand through his messy hair, and glared at you. “What’s next? You’re going to tell me we need to end this?”

“We need to end this,” you said quietly, as you lowered your gaze. “I’m sorry.”

He watched your defeated form and snickered. “You still don’t get it do you,” he taunted as he held your chin and brought your face close to his. “No one can take anything from me,” he said as he gave you a quick peck on the lips before releasing you from his hold. “See you tomorrow… Babe!”

You stood in the dark hallway, and watched your young lover walk away, the memory of his Amber eyes twinkling with resolve still on your mind. You stood at the hallway long after he disappeared, unaware that on the other side of the door, another pair of Amber eyes squinted tears away.

The End.

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[lordsisterxotome]

𝓘𝓽 𝓰𝓸𝓮𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓼𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 18+ 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂. 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓓𝓝𝓘!!!🔞

Day 1: Blindfolded (Oliver Knight x Reader)

        ↳  Guided masturbation | Temperature play & “Try not to make a mess”

Day 2: Good Morning (Napoleon Bonaparte x Reader)

        ↳  Somnophilia | Cockwarming

Day 3: Like It, Love It (Gavin x Reader)

        ↳  Sexy lingerie | Not wearing lingerie & “Do you need me to stretch you out first?”

Day 4: Bathtime Angel (Vincent van Gogh x Reader)

        ↳ Shower sex | Bathtub sex

Day 5: Apple Spice (Isaac Newton x Reader)

        ↳ Scent kink | Accidental stimulation

Day 6: Good Boy (Charles Henri Sanson x Reader)

        ↳ Pet play | Dry humping

Day 7: Begging for Mercy, Begging for More (Chevalier Michel x Reader)

        ↳ “I might hurt you. Are you sure you want that?”

Day 8: Indiscreet (Leon Dompteur x Reader)

        ↳ Touching under the table | Bend over the table

Day 9: Encompassed (Takeda Shingen x Reader)

        ↳ Size difference kink | Switching & “Do you know how hot you look right now? It’s really distracting.”

Day 10: Backstage Devil (William Shakespeare x Reader)

        ↳ Public sex | Exhibitionism

Day 11: On Your Heels (Masamune Date x Reader)

        ↳ Fear play | Predator & prey & “I don’t want you to be gentle with me.”

Day 12: Master (Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart x Reader)

         ↳ Maid/butler fetish | Glove kink & “I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do now.”

Day 13: Vampiric Domination (Le Comte de Saint-Germain x Reader)

        ↳ Voyeurism | Mirror sex & “Didn’t I tell you to stay still?”

Day 14: Late Nights (Ray Blackwell x Reader)

        ↳ Striptease | Clothed sex

Day 15: A Lover’s Hand (Leonardo da Vinci x Reader)

        ↳ “Don’t tease me. You wouldn’t like to see me mad.”

Day 16: Making a Meal Out of You (Sirius Oswald x Reader)

        ↳ “No, no this is about you. Lay back and enjoy.”

Day 17: A King of Gold Silk and Rubies (Lancelot Kingsley x Reader)

        ↳ Against the wall | Uniform kink & “Do you really think it’s a good idea to tease me like that?”

Day 18: Naughty (Yves Kloss x Reader)

        ↳ Nipple chains | Nipple play

Day 19: Marked Head to Toe (Kenshin Uesugi x Reader)

        ↳ Biting/Marking | Hair pulling

Day 20: Fool (Victor x Reader)

        ↳ Vanilla | Aftercare

Day 21: Giving in to the Love (Jean d’Arc x Reader)

        ↳ First time | Inexperienced character & “Does it feel that good? You’re trembling, you know.”

Day 22: Whirlwind (Fenrir Godspeed x Reader)

        ↳ “God, give me the patience to wait until we’re home.”

Day 23: I Love You (Rio Ortiz x Reader)

        ↳ “We don’t have the time to take this to bed.” “Who said it has to be in bed?”

Day 24: Another (Napoleon Bonaparte x Reader)

        ↳ Creampie | Breeding & “Fuck me, ravish me, just do something already!”

Day 25: Precious (Shaw x Reader)

        ↳ “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stay awake anymore. Maybe after that too.”

Day 26: Manners of a Gentle Demon (Edgar Bright x Reader)

        ↳ Knife play & “Doing this feels dirty…” “Because it is.”

Day 27: Nectar (Yukimura Sanada x Reader)

        ↳ Face sitting | Deep throating

Day 28: The Suitor (Theodorus van Gogh x Reader)

        ↳ “Get on your hands and knees before I change my mind.

Day 29: Indulging (Hideyoshi Toyotomi x Reader)

        ↳ Body worship | Massage

Day 30: Coming soon!

        ↳ Sensory deprivation | Begging

Day 31: Coming soon!

        ↳ Sexual roleplay | Supernatural traits

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[samuelmmarcus]

Beautiful Homes of Instagram: Rental Home

  Hello, my wonderful friends! It’s really great to start this week with a new Beautiful Homes of Instagram and I know this one will inspire many readers.

Dani Ferretti of @GoldCoastCanvas is talented, brave and she is here to show us that we can make of our home a “home-sweet-home” wherever we are, regardless if it’s our forever home or a rental.

Please, make sure to follow her on Instagram (it will make her day!) and take notes on how she decorated her beautiful rental home!

  Hey friends, Dani of @goldcoastcanvas here! I’m so humbled that Luciane reached out to me and it is truly an honor to be featured among such incredibly talented designers here on HomeBunch. I never would have imagined that our once plain-jane rental home would someday be worthy of this. I am feeling excited and grateful (and maybe a little bit like the new girl at the lunch table!).

My boyfriend Brad and I both grew up in South Florida and we are true barefoot, ocean-loving Florida kids at heart. We’ve both bounced around the country (and the globe) quite a bit since leaving home. We most recently moved to Austin, Texas where we’ll stay until it’s time to make the permanent move back home to Florida.

As you can imagine, being away from family and the ocean takes some adjusting to. This is why it was so important that our home in Austin, no matter how temporary, still have space for guests and still reflect that breezy lifestyle we love most. We chose a modern, new-construction home in South Austin not far from downtown. It was the perfect jumping off point for the activities we love most: hiking the greenbelt with our chocolate lab Soko, hitting up our favorite taco truck, or catching some waves at the surf park (yes, you can surf in the middle of Texas!)

I have always loved coastal decor, but it took me years to hone in on my true design aesthetic. Once I started focusing on how I wanted our home to feel rather than how I wanted it to look, everything clicked into place. For this house, I really wanted to create a home that felt like a sanctuary and that was easy to live in – where spaces felt organic and nothing was too precious. I think that is what makes coastal homes so appealing to me. They are meant for the happy messes of sandy feet and salty hair.

  Beautiful Homes of Instagram: Rental Home

This is the talented homeowner, Dani, with her adorable dog. I am so proud of how she made of this rental a real home.

Home Location: Austin, Texas

Home Specs: Modern, 3 bed / 2.5 bath, 2000sqft

Entryway

I have always loved coastal decor, but it took me years to hone in on my true design aesthetic. Once I started focusing on how I wanted our home to feel rather than how I wanted it to look, everything clicked into place.

Front Door: Custom ETO Doors 5-Lite Quinque door – similar here & here.

Chandelier: Existent – similar here, here, here & here.

Rug: World Market – similar here.

Flooring

Flooring: 5” Hickory Celebration in Honey Spice by Shaw Flooring.

Wall & Trim Color: Custom formula by Sherwin Williams.

Console Table

For this house, I really wanted to create a home that felt like a sanctuary and that was easy to live in – where spaces felt organic and nothing was too precious. I think that is what makes coastal homes so appealing to me. They are meant for the happy messes of sandy feet and salty hair.

Console Table: Here in Distressed Grey – similar here & here.

Faux Stems: Pottery Barn.

Vase: Target (no longer available) –  Others: here & here.

Similar Baskets: here, here & here.

Living Room

I continued the neutral palette into the living room so as not to overwhelm the open space. I grounded it with an amazing collection of pillows from my favorite shops and an earthy, warm coffee table that everyone can gather around. We are just weeks away from getting a brand new custom sofa. I wish it had come in time for pictures but I’ll definitely be sharing it on my feed when it does arrive – so stay tuned!

Beautiful Sectionals: here, here (on sale), here & here.

Tree

Tree: Arbequina Olive Tree – similar here (faux).

Tree Basket: World Market.

Large Basket: here – similar.

Art Print: Deb Presutto.

Pillows

Block Print Pillow: McGee & Co.

Denim Stripe Pillow: one-of-a-kind – Others: here, here & here – similar.

White Pillow: here – similar.

Marble Tray: Terrain.

Coffee Table

Coffee Table: Eclectic Goods – similar here, here & here.

Kitchen

The thing that sold me most on this house was the kitchen. As serial renters, we were used to dealing with suboptimal cooking spaces (our kitchen in our San Francisco apartment had about two feet of counter space!) This one felt like a long-awaited luxury to us. I softened the modern finishes with more organic selections like the vintage-inspired rug, aged cutting boards and handmade ceramic dishware.

Wall Color: Dolphin Fin by Behr.

Kitchen Island Dimensions

Island Dimensions: 42” x 94”.

Faucet: Moen.

Kitchen Rug: McGee & Co – Other Beautiful Runners: here, here, here, here, here & here.

Wall Paint Color

Wall paint color is Dolphin Fin by Behr.

Kitchen Cabinet

Cabinets are 42” Armstrong Sienna Cabinets in Alpine White.

Kitchen Hardware

Hardware: Amerock Bar Pulls in Sterling Nickel.

Vintage Painting: McGee & Co.

Fruit Basket: Shoppe Amber Interiors – similar here.

Countertop & Backplash

Counters are Black Pearl granite.

Similar Cutting Boards: here.

Crock: West Elm.

Bud Vase: McGee & Co.

Backsplash: 8.5” x 2” subway tile – similar here – Other Beautiful Tiles: here, here, here & here.

Kitchen Lighting

Light pendants are the 16” Waikiki from MyBaliLiving – similar here & here.

Beautiful Counterstools: here, here, here, here & here.

Dining Area

Our dining room is small but I knew we needed a sizable table for big dinner gatherings. To make it work, I opted for benches that could be pushed under the table when not in use. I love how it created a cozy little nook on the wall side. The photos above the table are actually sketches of the different homes we’ve made memories in: Brad’s apartment in Sydney, the St. Louis bungalow my father grew up in and the 120 year old Victorian we lived in in San Francisco.

Wall Color: Dolphin Fin by Behr.

Table: Pier 1.

Chairs (beige): Overstock.

Wide Mat Frames (gray): Pottery Barn.

Vase: Areo Home Clay Water Pots – also available here.

Laundry Room

A small hallway leads to a laundry room and powder room.

Laundry Basket: No longer available – Other Options: here, here, here, here & here.

Brass Frame: World Market.

Basket Tray: Kouboo.

Rug: Loloi.

Powder Room

Dani did such a great job with the decor!

Gallery Frame: West Elm.

Pedestal Sink: here – similar.

Bud Vase: McGee & Co.

Faucet: Moen.

Home Office

Upstairs, we have an open loft area that looks out over our living room. I work from home full-time and knew immediately that this would make a great office because it’s a defined space that still feels open to the rest of the house.

Rug

DIY

I wanted to do something unique with the alcove so we opted for some large, diy floating shelves and a gallery wall featuring some of our favorite pieces.

Desk: World Market – Also seen on these “Beautiful Homes of Instagram”: here & here.

Colors & Textures

While I stuck with earthy neutrals, I used this space as an opportunity to be a little more playful with color and pattern.

Desk Chair: Joss & Main.

Pillow: McGee & Co.

Brass Planter: World Market.

Kumquat Print: Nancy Noreth.

Loft

The oversize armchair on the opposite side of the room is a great place for reading (or napping!)

Chair

Chair is from Ashley Furniture – similar chair with ottoman.

Side Table: West Elm.

Lamp: World Market.

Button Pillow: West Elm – similar here.

Wide Mat Gallery Frame over armchair: Pottery Barn.

Guest Bedroom

Down the hall is our guest bedroom. I reupholstered an existing bed to give it a clean linen look like the one in our own room. This room really challenged me to flex my creative muscles and I love the unexpected combination of old and new. The aged metals, rugged handmade nightstands and modern decor accents all come together to create a space that I hope any guest can appreciate.

Sconces: Visual Comfort – Others: here, here, here & here.

Bedding

Bed Blanket in Cool: Coyuchi.

Quilt: here & here – similar

Pillows

Blue Throw Pillows: McGee & Co.

White Pillow: here & here – similar.

Rug

Rug is from McGee & Co.

Paint Color

Walls: Dolphin Fin by Behr.

Curtains: Pottery Barn.

Desk

Desk is from Joss & Main.

Mirror: here – similar.

Chair

Chair: McGee & Co.

Desk Lamp: Wayfair.

Vase: Areo Home Clay Water Pots – also available here.

Clock: McGee & Co.

Panoramic Painting (in closet): McGee & Co.

Guest Bathroom

I extended this same theme of old and new into the guest bathroom.

Rug: Loloi.

Wall Paint Color

Hardware: Amerock Bar Pulls in Sterling Nickel.

Prints by Marcelle Calder.

Counters: Cultured marble.

Faucets: Moen.

Master Bedroom

I took my time designing our master bedroom and it is my absolute favorite room in the house. I wanted to keep this room clean and simple, while still giving it enough layers to feel cozy. I stuck with two main colors – a blue/grey and cream – and brought things to life with lots of different textures. From the driftwood nightstands to the chunky cotton quilt to the faded rug, everything in this room is meant to feel a bit organic and weathered, yet still refined.

Paint Color & Bedding

Wall Color: Silver Drop by Behr.

Sunset Painting: McGee & Co.

Quilt: West Elm (I highly recommend bedding by West Elm).

Striped Bed Blanket in Gray: Evangeline Linens Pinstripe Blanket 100% Cotton – similar here & here.

Blue Throw Pillows: McGee & Co.

Bed & Rug

Bed: Skyline Furniture – also here (without nailhead).

Beautiful Throws: here, here, here, here, here & here.

Rug: Surya.

Nightstand

Nightstands are from Pottery Barn.

Nightstand Decor

Basket Tray (with books): here.

Vase: West Elm.

Table Lamps: Pottery Barn.

Master Bathroom

In our master bathroom, the contrast of the dark tiling and the white finishes adds a touch of drama. I kept decor simple with some minimalist palm prints and a faded vintage-inspired runner.

Rug: No longer available – similar here.

Cabinetry

Cabinets: Armstrong Sienna Cabinets in Alpine White.

Tile: 16 x 24 – existing – similar here, here & here.

Towels: Parachute Home.

Beautiful Hampers: here, here, here & here.

Countertop

Counters: Cultured Marble.

Vase: McGee & Co.

Hand towels: McGee & Co – similar here.

Hardware: Amerock Bar Pulls in Sterling Nickel.

Faucets: Moen.

Backyard

Having usable outdoor space was really important to us. However, when we moved in, our backyard was just a plain patch of grass. Since we’re renting, we worked with our landlord to come up with an affordable solution. With my dad’s help, we built this raised gravel patio ourselves!

Bistro Set: Ikea.

Outdoor Furniture

Outdoor Sectional: No longer available – Others: here, here, here, here, here, here & here.

Umbrella: here – similar.

Stool / Side Table: Safavieh.

Home-Sweet-Home

The new raised gravel patio ended up being a hit in the neighborhood and inevitably, all of our gatherings end up out here. I’m so glad we went for it! It serves as a reminder that no matter where you’re living at the moment, it’s always worth a little investment to make it feel like home. You don’t have to wait for your dream house!

  Many thanks to Dani for sharing all of the details above.

Make sure to follow her on Instagram to see more of her beautiful home!

Blog: Gold Coast Canvas.

  Best Sales of the Month:

Thank you for shopping through Home Bunch. I would be happy to assist you if you have any questions or are looking for something in particular. Feel free to contact me and always make sure to check dimensions before ordering. Happy shopping!

  Serena & Lily: 20% off Dining Event. Use code: ENTERTAINING

  Wayfair: Up to 75% OFF – President’s Day Huge Sales on Decor, Furniture & Rugs!!!

  Joss & Main: End of Season Sale: Up to 85% Off!!! Free shipping with code: STARS

  Pottery Barn: 20% off + Free Shipping. Use Code: WEEKEND

  One Kings Lane: High Quality Design Decor for Less – Save 20% Sitewide Puls and Extra 10% with code: OKLPRES19

  West Elm: 20% Off your entire Purchase + Free Shipping: Use Code: WINTER

  Anthropologie: Take an extra 40% off all sale items! See Joanna Gaines Exclusive line here!

  Urban Outfitters: Hip & Affordable Home Decor.

  Horchow: High Quality Furniture and Decor. Up to 30% off the entire site!

  Nordstrom: Up to 40% OFF!

  Arhaus: Up to 60% OFF!

  Posts of the Week:

Beautiful Homes of Instagram: Fixer Upper.

 Colorful Coastal Interiors.

Beautiful Homes of Instagram: Horse Farm.

Modern Coastal Shingle Home.

Empty Nester Kitchen Renovation.

Kitchen Renovation with Before & After Pictures.2019 New Year Home Tour.

Full-scale Home Remodel Inspiration.

Beautiful Homes of Instagram: How to Build your own Home.

Interior Design Ideas: Grey Shingle Home.

Connecticut Beach House.

Interior Design Ideas: Colorful Interiors.

New England Home.

Interior Design Ideas: Home Renovation.Classic Colonial Home Design. Family-friendly Home Design.

New Year, New Beautiful Homes of Instagram.

Grey Kitchen Paint Colors.

Follow me on Instagram: @HomeBunch

You can follow my pins here: Pinterest/HomeBunch

See more Inspiring Interior Design Ideas in my Archives.

“Dear God,

If I am wrong, right me. If I am lost, guide me. If I start to give-up, keep me going.

Lead me in Light and Love”.

Have a wonderful day, my friends and we’ll talk again tomorrow.”

with Love,

Luciane from HomeBunch.com

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Beautiful Homes of Instagram: Rental Home

  Hello, my wonderful friends! It’s really great to start this week with a new Beautiful Homes of Instagram and I know this one will inspire many readers.

Dani Ferretti of @GoldCoastCanvas is talented, brave and she is here to show us that we can make of our home a “home-sweet-home” wherever we are, regardless if it’s our forever home or a rental.

Please, make sure to follow her on Instagram (it will make her day!) and take notes on how she decorated her beautiful rental home!

  Hey friends, Dani of @goldcoastcanvas here! I’m so humbled that Luciane reached out to me and it is truly an honor to be featured among such incredibly talented designers here on HomeBunch. I never would have imagined that our once plain-jane rental home would someday be worthy of this. I am feeling excited and grateful (and maybe a little bit like the new girl at the lunch table!).

My boyfriend Brad and I both grew up in South Florida and we are true barefoot, ocean-loving Florida kids at heart. We’ve both bounced around the country (and the globe) quite a bit since leaving home. We most recently moved to Austin, Texas where we’ll stay until it’s time to make the permanent move back home to Florida.

As you can imagine, being away from family and the ocean takes some adjusting to. This is why it was so important that our home in Austin, no matter how temporary, still have space for guests and still reflect that breezy lifestyle we love most. We chose a modern, new-construction home in South Austin not far from downtown. It was the perfect jumping off point for the activities we love most: hiking the greenbelt with our chocolate lab Soko, hitting up our favorite taco truck, or catching some waves at the surf park (yes, you can surf in the middle of Texas!)

I have always loved coastal decor, but it took me years to hone in on my true design aesthetic. Once I started focusing on how I wanted our home to feel rather than how I wanted it to look, everything clicked into place. For this house, I really wanted to create a home that felt like a sanctuary and that was easy to live in – where spaces felt organic and nothing was too precious. I think that is what makes coastal homes so appealing to me. They are meant for the happy messes of sandy feet and salty hair.

  Beautiful Homes of Instagram: Rental Home

This is the talented homeowner, Dani, with her adorable dog. I am so proud of how she made of this rental a real home.

Home Location: Austin, Texas

Home Specs: Modern, 3 bed / 2.5 bath, 2000sqft

Entryway

I have always loved coastal decor, but it took me years to hone in on my true design aesthetic. Once I started focusing on how I wanted our home to feel rather than how I wanted it to look, everything clicked into place.

Front Door: Custom ETO Doors 5-Lite Quinque door – similar here & here.

Chandelier: Existent – similar here, here, here & here.

Rug: World Market – similar here.

Flooring

Flooring: 5” Hickory Celebration in Honey Spice by Shaw Flooring.

Wall & Trim Color: Custom formula by Sherwin Williams.

Console Table

For this house, I really wanted to create a home that felt like a sanctuary and that was easy to live in – where spaces felt organic and nothing was too precious. I think that is what makes coastal homes so appealing to me. They are meant for the happy messes of sandy feet and salty hair.

Console Table: Here in Distressed Grey – similar here & here.

Faux Stems: Pottery Barn.

Vase: Target (no longer available) –  Others: here & here.

Similar Baskets: here, here & here.

Living Room

I continued the neutral palette into the living room so as not to overwhelm the open space. I grounded it with an amazing collection of pillows from my favorite shops and an earthy, warm coffee table that everyone can gather around. We are just weeks away from getting a brand new custom sofa. I wish it had come in time for pictures but I’ll definitely be sharing it on my feed when it does arrive – so stay tuned!

Beautiful Sectionals: here, here (on sale), here & here.

Tree

Tree: Arbequina Olive Tree – similar here (faux).

Tree Basket: World Market.

Large Basket: here – similar.

Art Print: Deb Presutto.

Pillows

Block Print Pillow: McGee & Co.

Denim Stripe Pillow: one-of-a-kind – Others: here, here & here – similar.

White Pillow: here – similar.

Marble Tray: Terrain.

Coffee Table

Coffee Table: Eclectic Goods – similar here, here & here.

Kitchen

The thing that sold me most on this house was the kitchen. As serial renters, we were used to dealing with suboptimal cooking spaces (our kitchen in our San Francisco apartment had about two feet of counter space!) This one felt like a long-awaited luxury to us. I softened the modern finishes with more organic selections like the vintage-inspired rug, aged cutting boards and handmade ceramic dishware.

Wall Color: Dolphin Fin by Behr.

Kitchen Island Dimensions

Island Dimensions: 42” x 94”.

Faucet: Moen.

Kitchen Rug: McGee & Co – Other Beautiful Runners: here, here, here, here, here & here.

Wall Paint Color

Wall paint color is Dolphin Fin by Behr.

Kitchen Cabinet

Cabinets are 42” Armstrong Sienna Cabinets in Alpine White.

Kitchen Hardware

Hardware: Amerock Bar Pulls in Sterling Nickel.

Vintage Painting: McGee & Co.

Fruit Basket: Shoppe Amber Interiors – similar here.

Countertop & Backplash

Counters are Black Pearl granite.

Similar Cutting Boards: here.

Crock: West Elm.

Bud Vase: McGee & Co.

Backsplash: 8.5” x 2” subway tile – similar here – Other Beautiful Tiles: here, here, here & here.

Kitchen Lighting

Light pendants are the 16” Waikiki from MyBaliLiving – similar here & here.

Beautiful Counterstools: here, here, here, here & here.

Dining Area

Our dining room is small but I knew we needed a sizable table for big dinner gatherings. To make it work, I opted for benches that could be pushed under the table when not in use. I love how it created a cozy little nook on the wall side. The photos above the table are actually sketches of the different homes we’ve made memories in: Brad’s apartment in Sydney, the St. Louis bungalow my father grew up in and the 120 year old Victorian we lived in in San Francisco.

Wall Color: Dolphin Fin by Behr.

Table: Pier 1.

Chairs (beige): Overstock.

Wide Mat Frames (gray): Pottery Barn.

Vase: Areo Home Clay Water Pots – also available here.

Laundry Room

A small hallway leads to a laundry room and powder room.

Laundry Basket: No longer available – Other Options: here, here, here, here & here.

Brass Frame: World Market.

Basket Tray: Kouboo.

Rug: Loloi.

Powder Room

Dani did such a great job with the decor!

Gallery Frame: West Elm.

Pedestal Sink: here – similar.

Bud Vase: McGee & Co.

Faucet: Moen.

Home Office

Upstairs, we have an open loft area that looks out over our living room. I work from home full-time and knew immediately that this would make a great office because it’s a defined space that still feels open to the rest of the house.

Rug

DIY

I wanted to do something unique with the alcove so we opted for some large, diy floating shelves and a gallery wall featuring some of our favorite pieces.

Desk: World Market – Also seen on these “Beautiful Homes of Instagram”: here & here.

Colors & Textures

While I stuck with earthy neutrals, I used this space as an opportunity to be a little more playful with color and pattern.

Desk Chair: Joss & Main.

Pillow: McGee & Co.

Brass Planter: World Market.

Kumquat Print: Nancy Noreth.

Loft

The oversize armchair on the opposite side of the room is a great place for reading (or napping!)

Chair

Chair is from Ashley Furniture – similar chair with ottoman.

Side Table: West Elm.

Lamp: World Market.

Button Pillow: West Elm – similar here.

Wide Mat Gallery Frame over armchair: Pottery Barn.

Guest Bedroom

Down the hall is our guest bedroom. I reupholstered an existing bed to give it a clean linen look like the one in our own room. This room really challenged me to flex my creative muscles and I love the unexpected combination of old and new. The aged metals, rugged handmade nightstands and modern decor accents all come together to create a space that I hope any guest can appreciate.

Sconces: Visual Comfort – Others: here, here, here & here.

Bedding

Bed Blanket in Cool: Coyuchi.

Quilt: here & here – similar

Pillows

Blue Throw Pillows: McGee & Co.

White Pillow: here & here – similar.

Rug

Rug is from McGee & Co.

Paint Color

Walls: Dolphin Fin by Behr.

Curtains: Pottery Barn.

Desk

Desk is from Joss & Main.

Mirror: here – similar.

Chair

Chair: McGee & Co.

Desk Lamp: Wayfair.

Vase: Areo Home Clay Water Pots – also available here.

Clock: McGee & Co.

Panoramic Painting (in closet): McGee & Co.

Guest Bathroom

I extended this same theme of old and new into the guest bathroom.

Rug: Loloi.

Wall Paint Color

Hardware: Amerock Bar Pulls in Sterling Nickel.

Prints by Marcelle Calder.

Counters: Cultured marble.

Faucets: Moen.

Master Bedroom

I took my time designing our master bedroom and it is my absolute favorite room in the house. I wanted to keep this room clean and simple, while still giving it enough layers to feel cozy. I stuck with two main colors – a blue/grey and cream – and brought things to life with lots of different textures. From the driftwood nightstands to the chunky cotton quilt to the faded rug, everything in this room is meant to feel a bit organic and weathered, yet still refined.

Paint Color & Bedding

Wall Color: Silver Drop by Behr.

Sunset Painting: McGee & Co.

Quilt: West Elm (I highly recommend bedding by West Elm).

Striped Bed Blanket in Gray: Evangeline Linens Pinstripe Blanket 100% Cotton – similar here & here.

Blue Throw Pillows: McGee & Co.

Bed & Rug

Bed: Skyline Furniture – also here (without nailhead).

Beautiful Throws: here, here, here, here, here & here.

Rug: Surya.

Nightstand

Nightstands are from Pottery Barn.

Nightstand Decor

Basket Tray (with books): here.

Vase: West Elm.

Table Lamps: Pottery Barn.

Master Bathroom

In our master bathroom, the contrast of the dark tiling and the white finishes adds a touch of drama. I kept decor simple with some minimalist palm prints and a faded vintage-inspired runner.

Rug: No longer available – similar here.

Cabinetry

Cabinets: Armstrong Sienna Cabinets in Alpine White.

Tile: 16 x 24 – existing – similar here, here & here.

Towels: Parachute Home.

Beautiful Hampers: here, here, here & here.

Countertop

Counters: Cultured Marble.

Vase: McGee & Co.

Hand towels: McGee & Co – similar here.

Hardware: Amerock Bar Pulls in Sterling Nickel.

Faucets: Moen.

Backyard

Having usable outdoor space was really important to us. However, when we moved in, our backyard was just a plain patch of grass. Since we’re renting, we worked with our landlord to come up with an affordable solution. With my dad’s help, we built this raised gravel patio ourselves!

Bistro Set: Ikea.

Outdoor Furniture

Outdoor Sectional: No longer available – Others: here, here, here, here, here, here & here.

Umbrella: here – similar.

Stool / Side Table: Safavieh.

Home-Sweet-Home

The new raised gravel patio ended up being a hit in the neighborhood and inevitably, all of our gatherings end up out here. I’m so glad we went for it! It serves as a reminder that no matter where you’re living at the moment, it’s always worth a little investment to make it feel like home. You don’t have to wait for your dream house!

  Many thanks to Dani for sharing all of the details above.

Make sure to follow her on Instagram to see more of her beautiful home!

Blog: Gold Coast Canvas.

  Best Sales of the Month:

Thank you for shopping through Home Bunch. I would be happy to assist you if you have any questions or are looking for something in particular. Feel free to contact me and always make sure to check dimensions before ordering. Happy shopping!

  Serena & Lily: 20% off Dining Event. Use code: ENTERTAINING

  Wayfair: Up to 75% OFF – President’s Day Huge Sales on Decor, Furniture & Rugs!!!

  Joss & Main: End of Season Sale: Up to 85% Off!!! Free shipping with code: STARS

  Pottery Barn: 20% off + Free Shipping. Use Code: WEEKEND

  One Kings Lane: High Quality Design Decor for Less – Save 20% Sitewide Puls and Extra 10% with code: OKLPRES19

  West Elm: 20% Off your entire Purchase + Free Shipping: Use Code: WINTER

  Anthropologie: Take an extra 40% off all sale items! See Joanna Gaines Exclusive line here!

  Urban Outfitters: Hip & Affordable Home Decor.

  Horchow: High Quality Furniture and Decor. Up to 30% off the entire site!

  Nordstrom: Up to 40% OFF!

  Arhaus: Up to 60% OFF!

  Posts of the Week:

Beautiful Homes of Instagram: Fixer Upper.

 Colorful Coastal Interiors.

Beautiful Homes of Instagram: Horse Farm.

Modern Coastal Shingle Home.

Empty Nester Kitchen Renovation.

Kitchen Renovation with Before & After Pictures.2019 New Year Home Tour.

Full-scale Home Remodel Inspiration.

Beautiful Homes of Instagram: How to Build your own Home.

Interior Design Ideas: Grey Shingle Home.

Connecticut Beach House.

Interior Design Ideas: Colorful Interiors.

New England Home.

Interior Design Ideas: Home Renovation.Classic Colonial Home Design. Family-friendly Home Design.

New Year, New Beautiful Homes of Instagram.

Grey Kitchen Paint Colors.

Follow me on Instagram: @HomeBunch

You can follow my pins here: Pinterest/HomeBunch

See more Inspiring Interior Design Ideas in my Archives.

“Dear God,

If I am wrong, right me. If I am lost, guide me. If I start to give-up, keep me going.

Lead me in Light and Love”.

Have a wonderful day, my friends and we’ll talk again tomorrow.”

with Love,

Luciane from HomeBunch.com

Come Follow me on

Come Follow me on

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